When I read Patricia Routledge had died, I felt really sad. I’ve never met her but I used to watch Keeping Up Appearances with my mum and dad.
I felt the same when Bruce Forsyth died. He was just always there. You kind of feel like they’ll be around forever.
Don’t get me wrong. I’m not distraught and I obviously understand time doesn’t stand still, people die, etc. But it almost feels like part of my childhood dies when they go.
Unreasonable?