Rest in peace, Alan.

Today we learn of a loss that really resonates with me: Alan Rickman has died of cancer. I feel like I should write about it, because no less than five people have already contacted me to see how I feel. Apparently, I’m known for being a bit of a Rickman fan.

Okay. I’m a huge Rickman fan. My old coworkers and I even had Alan Rickman fridays where we talked like Alan Rickman all day (even in meetings). We shared Alan Rickman pictures on Twitter. We quoted him all the time, and can’t call eachother without asking about the turtle joke from the party. Okay, the last one wasn’t really Alan Rickman, but it was a darn good impression (thanks Family Guy).

No one on Earth could have brought Severus Snape to life like Rickman. His performance through eight movies was absolutely brilliant.

It’s a happy coincidence that Rickman is my favorite actor, playing one of my favorite characters from literature. Or is it? I’m not sure with this whole chicken-and-the-egg thing. Did my Rickman fascination start with Snape? Not sure.

Either way, the world has suffered a huge loss. I think it’s a shame we can’t barter with God to get Alan back. I’d happily trade a few celebrities for just one Rickman. Possibly up to five Kardashians.

Are there five Kardashians? I don’t even know. I’ll throw in Kanye for good measure.

I don’t know about you, but I plan on having a Rickman marathon. Let’s start with Sense and Sensibility (swoon) and end with Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, Part II. We’ll rejoice when he gets the girl (Sensibility), laugh when he says “Forbes” (Die Hard) and weep when he loses Lily (HP).

Rest in Peace, Mr. Rickman. You’ll be missed.