I remember the day Jim Henson died. I was 5. My lil' brother, James, had just been born the day before. My Aunt, who was a HUUGE Muppet fan, (and who we were staying with while Mom was in the hospital), explained to us why "Kermit wasn't gonna be around anymore." And I think we watched Muppet specials all day until we went to go visit our Mom & new brother at the hospital. It didn't REALLY get to me, though, until I was older.
I was so broken up about Charles Schulz the day he died. I even remember how, a few days earlier, I was talking a/b how the paper just wasn't gonna be the same w/o Peanuts....I know what you mean, Muppetfreak, it was almost like Peanuts couldn't go on w/o Sparky and Sparky couldn't go on w/o Peanuts.