The obituary headlines are the most heartbreaking things in the world. Things like "The Smile that Lit Up the Room" and "Dies From a Big Heart." And we've heard the stories, over and over again, about his father, who was just put in a nursing home; and his son, who just graduated from college.
On a slightly macabre note: Yesterday, upon word of Russert's death, the entire New England/Mid-Atlantic population googled "Imus russert" or "Imus Tim Russert" or something to that effect. I know this because all of them ended up here, according to my site meter. This struck me as odd, because with the exception of Mike Francesa, I don't remember hearing Imus' name during the coverage yesterday. (Though, granted, I only watched about an hour of the remembrances and retrospectives.) Apparently, many people associate the two names together, and I'll admit that this surprises me a little. Everybody and his cousin will be tuning in to the Imus program on Monday, so I hope that they're super-prepared.
In the meantime, it's so weird to watch all of the Russert memorials on the news channels. When someone famous unexpectedly dies, I often forget that they've passed away when I watch all of the special programming dedicated to them. It's like, "Oh, look, here's a nice story about Tim and Big Russ walking around Buffalo. How great of the station to show this." It takes a long time to realize that they're actually gone.