Tim Russert memorial

He hath borne himself beyond the promise of his age doing in the figure of a lamb the feats of a lion; he hath indeed bettered expectation than you must expect of me to tell you how.

What does it say when Kimberly and Chris get all weepy and sniffle like ninnies every time we watch anything related to the death of Tim Russert? Watching Countdown with Keith Olbermann last night, the collective House of Gordon wept somewhat silently, oftentimes not, in front of the TV. Hell, I'll say it. We cried.

This was the culprit:

We are not particularly religious people. We eschewed religion once we applied common sense and scientific analytical thinking to it. Suffice to say we are not especially fond of organized religion and its trappings. But, frankly, that's a discussion/argument/debate for another time. This being said, the irony and coincidence of performing Somewhere Over the Rainbow as folks file out of the memorial service at the Kennedy Center in DC while they look up and see this is awesome:
Meet the Press and Gordon Sunday mornings will never be the same.