True story.
I am 35. My wife is 34. We both like grunge/metal... more grunge than metal, but you get the idea.
When the news broke that Lemmy Kilmister died (which was, my wife's birthday)... we were bummed. Went to the local pub and each ordered a Jack and Coke in memoriam of Lemmy.
Two hours later, we looked at each other, and said - "I'm sick as ****. You?"
We put off her birthday until the next day. We just can't handle whiskey.