I'm sad about Natasha Richardson. I liked her as an actress, I've always had a soft spot for those traditional brit styles of drama and theater, plus she was married to Liam Neeson for a dozen years and that is enviable to me. I mean, lessons about the fragility of life are all around, at all times, and this is the one that's getting me today. Human bodies can sustain amazing amounts of trauma and damage and survive, but in the other direction, it can be a minor bump that starts a chain reaction of shutdown. It's unnerving of a story, whether she was famous or not, I guess.