Look, I’m not trying to be morbid. But as I scroll through these names, I realize that the cast ages with us. They grow up, retire, and some leave us.
The movies feel frozen in time—always 2001, always that first wizarding journey—but the people behind them weren’t. They lived, they laughed, they ate awful craft services food, and they gave us a world that feels real.
So next time you watch the films, raise a butterbeer to Richard, Alan, Robbie, Helen, John, Richard again, Verne, Robert, and David. They’re not gone—they’re just teaching in the great, big castle in the sky.
And if you need me, I’ll be over here, ugly-crying at “Always.”
