I think there is something wrong with anyone who takes any more than a passing notice of a celebrity death. You don't know them. They sure as HELL don't know you. You can have the work they did forever.
The hell you say. I was genuinely sad when we lost Vince Flynn because that also meant the end of Mitch Rapp and a new sure thing book every year on or around my birthday. Same with Crichton and Robert B. Parker. Losing a favorite author is almost like losing an old friend.
I'd feel the same way if any cast member of Modern Family died. You can have the work they did forever, but you can't have any new work.