The news of Heath Ledger's death spread like wildfire in our office just moments ago. Already, his death date has been updated on Wikipedia. The speed of information technology is amazing.
My coworkers perused TMZ, MSNBC and other celeb/news sites for the latest breaking news. I was not so much shook by the fact that a young (my age, in fact) Oscar-nominated celebrity had died, but that he died in an apartment downtown. Suddenly it made New York seem really small knowing that someone I've noticed in films since 10 Things I Hate About You had died just hours ago and only a few miles from where I currently work at my desk.
I vaguely overheard one of my coworkers say something along the lines of, "Apparently Michelle [Williams] is completely inconsolable. But she had kicked him out for excessive drug use. Why would you be that torn up over losing a drug addict that you weren't even with anymore?"
I just turned away while the chatter continued and went back to my desk. I didn't say anything, but I do know why.