There's a greatly overused saying about never forgetting where you when you heard JFK had been shot. Of course this bears greater truth if you were (a) American and, more importantly, (b) alive in 1963 and of an age to comprehend life, death and the American Democratic leadership system.
More recently and relevantly, I imagine a large percentage of the population remember where they were when they heard about the the death of Princess Diana in 1997, and an even greater percentage, the destruction of the Twin Towers in New York City on 11th September 2001.
Personally, there's a night in 2009 with my exact location and situation etched on my memory forever. It was the night a cab driver mentioned Micheal Jackson had just been announced dead.
I'm so sad to say that, as of late Saturday afternoon, I've another example to add to this morbid list.
Poor Amy. I was, am and always will be a huge fan.
Rest In Peace.
