Paul Newman has died.
It’s sad – very much so. But I’m less depressed about it than I was about the sudden deaths of, say, Richard Biggs or Douglas Adams. While his death is a tragedy, I can think of few lives less wasted: he lived long, loved deeply, created great art and fought for justice and equality. His actions changed, even saved, the lives of others in a multitude of ways. That’s pretty damn good. Death being inevitable, we should all wish for lives as long and meaningful as Paul Newman’s.