Glofig's Glorious Goodies

To be honest I always felt above it all about celebrity deaths, by which I mean I could think “That’s sad” and move on with my day because I didn’t know them personally. Or there are celebrities I start loving after they die, or who were passing interests. Sondheim was the one death I knew would impact me but I was braced for it—everyone was—so when the time to mourn came, it was almost, in retrospect, like due diligence, albeit impassioned. Of course I like some celebrities more than others but I would have been hard-pressed to name someone who could unmoor me, but the suddenness and untimeliness of Gavin Creel’s death and the outpouring of love and the far reach of his love and talent…I used to joke frequently that I’d see anything he was in except a Ryan Murphy show. He was a theater stalwart to the end with a golden voice and such a clear love for performing every moment he was on stage. He was a singular talent and by all accounts a singular human being. I’m just really sad about this. And I know I didn’t know him but it’s just like…Oh I’m never going to see him again, his presence will never be in a theater, he’ll never have another opportunity to do what he loves, and be the best at it, like he always was.

Remember that time Christian just snapped? What a wild and glorious thing.

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