This has been a curious day. Debi and I are in Minneapolis for a wedding, and while we were driving through the rain to go see the bride and groom’s new house, we heard Purple Rain on the radio. I joked that I was disappointed that the rain wasn’t actually purple in this town, and I then suggested that we should do a Prince tour later in the day and try to find the locations from the movie. We later heard on the radio that there had been a fatality at the Prince estate, and we assumed that a party must have gone wrong. A while later, the bride looked at her phone and learned that it was Prince who had died.