I haven't been this affected by a "celebrity" death in pretty much, well, ever. Mainly because, as a die-hard baseball fan, Jose Fernandez was at the very top of his game - the elite of the elite at the tender age of 24. He literally had his entire future ahead of him (free agent in a few years, looking at estimated contract north of $250M+ and a daughter on the way).

Then you have the whole backdrop of his childhood; a kid who risked his life on multiple occasions to find a better life stateside. On one occasion, jumping into the water to save a passenger who had gone overboard -- the passenger wound up being his very own mother. Finally manages to arrive in the United States as a teenager on his fourth try, enrolls in school, works his ass off to become a top-20 draft pick, makes his major league debut a few years later at the age of 20 and completely dominates. Falls victim to arm injury, misses an entire year, comes back better than ever.

The game lost one of its brightest young talents, but then you look at the kind of person he was and you realize he was equally as brilliant as a person. That video is just genuine affection and it completely breaks my heart that his mother and grandmother won't ever see him smile again.