No fun at funerals
Well, the deluge of false, feigned, real, and imagined sentiment has begun: E. Gary Gygax, one of the original creators of Dungeons & Dragons is dead and now every gamer on the planet suddenly feels a real and deep connection to this man that most of them never met. He wrote some games most of us played.

Sentimentality over death really bugs me for some reason, which is part of why I'm no fun at funerals. If I'm close to the family, I can feel their pain -- they lost someone that was a part of their life and their loss is real. If I was close to the person who died, I can feel my own pain for my own loss. But it's all a very personal thing and it just flat out doesn't exist for me if it's even one step removed. It might sound cold, but Gygax didn't write anything I cared to read in over twenty years. He stirred up some shit online, but so did a million other people. He wrote a game I enjoyed as a youngster and he did it with the help of a bunch of other guys, some alive and some not. I never met him and he never heard my name.

I can't miss something I never had.