I found out George Martin died this morning. I get on to Wattpad, and I see a bunch of chapters titled things like 'RIP, George Martin' and at first I was confused, but then I got this horrid feeling in the pit of my stomach, and I knew another good person had died.
  He was a great man who belived in the Fab Four, even before they were, well, fab. He was their producer and friend. And I suppose everbody must die sometime (because who wants to live forever? ...I'm sorry, this is serious, I shouldn't be referencing), but when he died, a good soul was lost.
  Why?
  Why, why is everybody dying? First Alan Rickman, then David Bowie, then George Martin... I'm so scared that Paul or Ringo or somebody else will be next. All I can say is that I hate cancer. I know Mr. Martin didn't go from cancer, but David did. And Alan Rickman did. And Cynthia Powell did. And George Harrison did. I have friends in hospitals who have cancer and who have died. I have family who had cancer and died (and thanks to genetics, probably, I have cancer -_-)
  Sorry guys, this tribute turned into a rant. About the unfainess of life. Well, life is unfair. Horrible things happen to lovely people. Rest in peace, George Martin. And thank you for everything you did.