Wogan gives a lesson in pointlessness
A lot of people mentioned the death of Terry Wogan to me in a sympathetic way. They said things like, "You must have been very sad to hear about poor Terry Wogan", as if I in particular was affected by poor old Terry's death, as if we were family, related through the national and international fraternity of chat.
In reality, the main thought I had about the death of Terry Wogan was the same thought I have when a lot of people like him die, people whose lives I am aware of from afar, people who achieved a lot in their lives. That thought is: "So what was the point of all that then?" There's Terry dead, and you kind of wonder what was the point of everything he did, everything he achieved, his career, his journey. What was the point of it all? Why bother? He's gone.
You can argue, of course, that Wogan brought a lot of joy to a lot of people, and that he did a lot of good, through things like Children in Need, and I get all that. But then he died and while people will remember him fondly and he will become a part of TV history, what was it all about really? I'm not saying this is a correct thought. And it probably says more about me than it does about Wogan or life in general. But what's the point?