It was sad today to hear of Robin Gibb's death. I like the Bee Gees, especially their earlier stuff. New York Mining Disaster and this one, The First of May, are particular favourites.
I find death, at any age, tragic. They are gone, and will be missed whether they lived to 9 or 99. But I particularly feel for his Mum. I can't comprehend the level of grief she has had in having three of her sons die before her, and before their time.