Nope. It makes us human. We’re wired for story endings. A famous person’s death is a final chapter everyone can read at the same time. It’s a shared book club of grief and gossip.
It’s a moment of unity. Whether you loved them or hated their music, you’re all suddenly on the same page. You’re all refreshing that one Wikipedia page to see when it updates.
So next time you type that query, don’t feel guilty. You’re just checking in on the world’s giant, messy, chaotic family. And hey, if nobody famous died today? Good. Now you can enjoy your coffee without the existential dread. Until tomorrow morning.
Go on. Admit it. You’re already planning your search for 9 AM. You know you are.