Charles Bradley. He lived on the streets for most of his life. When he became famous he died very shortly after :(

Yes. At the memorial for Steve Jobs on Apple's campus. People were speaking in moving ways about their relationships with him. It made it more personal. I can't imagine crying over someone I didn't know without context like that.

When I was about 17 was looking at several full pages of names of people who died in 9/11 when looking at a news paper and started crying

I cry sometimes when I see what is happening to the people and babies of the world

I cried when those women in Sudan were at a hospital and rebels showed up to rape and murder them then trapped them inside the clinic and burned it down

The world is a sad place with so much need for mourning

Maybe not full-on "cry" but I have gotten teary-eyed more than a few times over the decades when a favorite (and unarguably world-class) musician dies. Eddie Van Halen, Neil Peart and Jeff Beck come to mind right off the bat

Celebrities, no. Pets, definitely.

Adam Schlesinger, a likely preventable death in this selfish fucking country. He gave so many beautiful things to the world while he was here.

Nah, but a couple surprised me with how much they saddened me because I'd always thought it was kind of stupid to get genuinely upset about the deaths of celebrities you don't know. Sometimes your cognitive opinions take a backseat without your permission and you just feel actually mournful about someone who has so little direct connection and who's worldly contributions are almost always in the entertainment space. For me that was David Bowie and Trevor Moore. Both of these surprised me because it's not like I was a hardcore David Bowie fan so it didn't feel like that death should have hit me particularly hard and Trevor, I still can't figure out why that'd upset me so much. I mean I loved his sketch comedy but I'd largely forgotten about him at the time, I think it might have something to do with him being so young as well as all the laughs he'd given us.

When I was about 16 I had to make a conscious decision to not allow myself to feel as much towards the terrible things happening in the world. I would get so deep into feeling that it would wreck me for days sometimes. One day I just chose not to care, as if they were made up stories that I didn’t need to pay attention to. It worked but It changed my personality for years until I realized how to balance it, sort of. It still happens sometimes.