My hero has fallen, will I ever recover?

AstroChuck was like unto a god to me. The funniest man alive, I could only watch in awe with his every post. His wit was exceeded only by his charm. Never a harsh word did he utter.

But, oh. He has tumbled far. The pedestal has been shattered and lies in ruins around me. AstroChuck has committed the most grievous of sins: he prefers pancake syrup to maple syrup! I am desolated! The sin that is worse than all other sins! How can this be possible? How can I go on? Will there ever be another hero for me? What choice have I, but to slit my wrists like some wan Juliet, weeping over her slain lover.

Please, please, I need help. A reason to go on. Hope for the future. Is there anyone out there who has felt what I feel; who understands; who has survived?

Also, do you think it’s ok to if I use AstroChuck’s ex-half brother as my new god? Or would pancakes rain down for forty days and forty nights? Is there any more maple syrup in the frizzer?