There's going to come a day when we've all grown up, have a career, maybe got married and have kids, when we're all going about our daily routine. Maybe you're driving to work with your car radio on, or you're making dinner with the tv on the lounge. Life as usual, then we hear a name. It's the name of the person you had a blog dedicated to when you were 16. The person you had posters of up on your bedroom wall, or as your desktop background. The person of that show you use to watch every week, as soon as it came out, or that band you used to love. The person from the cast of a movie that changed your life, or the character you scrolled through page after page of fan fiction of. You haven't heard that name in a long time and it brings everything back. And then the name is followed by three words you thought you'd never hear. "Has passed away." And then you put down the potato peeler and lean back against your kitchen bench, or you pull over to the side of the road, and tears streaming down your face. And all over the world, there are people who used to be just like you, with tears marking their cheeks and sobs forcing their way out of their throat, because they remember. Because fandom never really die out. We never really moved in. We never really forget.
-Internet
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