Right now this seems just so, so relevant to what's happened today:
"nothing could be done about it, and if you can't fix it you've got to stand it."
It is entirely relevant. I caught myself thinking what must Annie Proulx be feeling now, we all know how much she loved Heath's performance, and how grateful she was for bringing Ennis to life - as are we all. But I suppose she can't feel any worse, or more, than we do.
Well you guys, I'm so tired now I hardly know my own name. This has been a terrible evening. I'm going to bed. Hugs all around, and hopes for a more restrained, respectful news coverage in the morning. For I do want to be reminded of Heath's wonderful roles and all the worthwhile and good things that happened in his life, and all those he touched and moved through his acting.
Good night.