It's now become pretty clear that 2016 simply is out to break our hearts.
It apparently did the same to Debbie Reynolds.
In a horrific denouement to what has been a stark year of losing one celebrity and pop music star after another, we learned late last night that the actress died
, just one day after losing her daughter, actress Carrie Fisher.
2016 just couldn't resist taking one more bite out of the celebrity apple.
As I indicated yesterday, this has been a jolting year in terms of the celebrities and music great we have lost.
But it strikes me as being more than that.
These people - David Bowie, Glenn Frey, Prince and myriad others - created the soundtrack of our youth.
Now the news of their passing continues a year-long dirge, and acknowledgement that we are indeed all getting older.
It took me the better part of a year to come to grips with the idea that I had been on this planet for six decades.
I wasn't the least bit fazed by turning 30, 40 or even 50.
But 60? That was a different animal. It just sounded so much older than 59.
Not helping matters was seemingly waking each morning to learn that one more person who gave me so much joy - either in music, movies or TV, had passed away.
It is a reminder that we are mortal after all.
Don't let the door hit you in the backside on the way out.
Someone please tell me that 2017 will be better.