Lots of eulogizing going on. This one on Ayn Rand and Fawcett is certainly unique, though. Don't think that will make 20/20 tonight.
Postscript: Yes, I am of that age that I had her famous poster on my wall (Fawcett, not Rand). Ms. Fawcett was a member of my personal klutz-to-the-stars club. I once got an ink spot on her white blouse awkwardly trying to get an autograph (back when I used to value such things). I have also stepped on Raul Julia's foot at the academy awards, slammed a door open into Martina Navratalova's face at a hotel in Houston, thrown up in Neal Armstrong's bed at a ranch in Wyoming, and spilled a large fountain drink on Brooke Shields at Princeton.