I was twelve, and I had come home where I saw my father sitting on the couch and I could tell there was something wrong because of the way he looked at me when I came in. He asked me to sit down and said something very sad has happened (Dad wasn't a as big a Muppet fan as me, but he still admired Jim and knew how fanatic I was). I cried for two hours and mourned for two weeks. In loving memory, I've changed my avatar for this full week in dedication to a man that my father instilled in me as a great role model. Thank you, dad; and God bless you Jim.