Everything dies, baby, that’s a fact.

Bruce Springsteen was succinct and straight forward about it, and I think of that line often when something/someone in my life goes belly up. Death is just a part of life, there’s no getting away from it. Everything you ever loved will be gone some day. People, pets, plants, your favorite restaurants, websites.

Yes, websites. Is it weird to mourn the demise of a website? Not really. Not when it’s a site you went to every day, one that was part of your routine, that brought you joy and made you think and maybe sometimes made you angry. The point is, it was a part of your life, and the untimely, unfair death of Deadspin hurts like hell. You hurt for yourself, of course, because you’ll be missing something that was integral to your enjoyment of life, but you hurt for the people affected, for the writers and editors who no longer have a site to call home, for all those yet unwritten words you’ll never get to read.

Everything about the demise of Deadspin — the last best blog on the internet — is anger inducing. Sure, it’s not the like the death of, say, a relative who was hit by a car and you end up angry as hell at the driver, it’s not that visceral. But it’s there. You’re mad at tech bros, mad at venture capitalists, mad at rich people who do wanton things with their money at the expense of people considerably poorer than them, mad at capitalism in general.

Life sucks very often. Probably more often than it doesn’t, especially lately. It just feels like since 2016 there’s been a long slide down to the bottom and along the…