My father’ death killed my paternal grandmother. She never recovered from it, couldn’t take care of herself, was moved into a nursing home, and died on my father’s/her son’s birthday. You can totally die from grief, or a broken heart.

Yes. Me too. It’s hard to explain why it hit me so hard; he was just a famous stranger. I could brood over his suicide for a long time and end up in a bad place.

My wife described it as “there’s a glitch in the matrix. This wasn’t supposed to happen.” It just feels wrong. It completely blindsided me. 

His “After all, what could possibly go wrong?” remark and knowing, doomed look to the camera is one of my favorite things ever. 

Anthony Bourdain was important to me as a person, because he was a guy who kinda started out his adult life as a fuckup and turned it around to become a self possessed charisma god who lived to try new things and meet interesting people. If I ever had a role model, it’d be him.

Excellent point. Needs more of this:

It’s actually just the episode in Romania, uh, twice.*

No, Amber has moved on with her life and (like a typical abuser) Johnny can’t let it go and keeps trying to pick fights so she’ll never be free of him.

Nobody puts Brangelina in a corner!

He was a proud Croatian you swine!

Abusers see every little thing as deliberately victimizing them.  

“Here’s a story that made me want to ring Elon Musk’s doorbell, push my way past a dueling Grimes and Azealia Banks, and steal the keys to the secret rocket Musk keeps in his garage in the event that he suddenly needs to leave Earth.”

They Instagram each other “Eastern philosophy quotes” and watch Jeopardy! while eating popcorn together. He got her into Rush and King Crimson, she got him into Cassandra Clare novels.