On Friday, I wore all black in honor of the Man in Black, but I didn't really give much though to John Ritter.

Today, I was reading the paper, and saw Ritter's picture in the Entertainmant section. I thought it would be a mention of his passing. Instead I saw that it was in the Birthdays section. He would have been 55 on the 17th. I'm not sure why, but unexpected deaths always seem so much sadder when they happen on or very close to the person's birthday.