Isn't that the truth?
But I also remember being in high school, and my parents being the age I am now, and talking about actors/writers/musicians that they were fans of passing, and I realize that from this point on (I'm 40 now) that's a part of the natural flow of life.
The part that makes me really sad is that my best friend from high school, the one who "got into" Ballard's fiction with me, isn't as internet-centric as I am, and I'm going to be the one who breaks this news to her. Ouch...