...and Pavarotti was dead.
Back in the day, when I loathed opera, when I associated opera with Saturday house-cleaning, when I didn't know how to listen to music, I knew Pavarotti. He was the emblem of opera. Word-association: opera = Pavarotti.
And now, he's gone. May he rest in peace. I hope he is singing with Beverly, Jerry, and Regine. What a year.