I was a freshman in college living in a dorm. There was only one TV in the dorm, on the first floor off the rec room, and I was there with many others watching the end of Monday Night Football, seconds to go in the game, when Howard Cosell made the announcement:

Cosell: … but [the game]‘s suddenly been placed in total perspective for us. I’ll finish this; they’re in the hurry-up offense.

Gifford: Third down, four. [Chuck] Foreman … it’ll be fourth down. [Matt] Cavanaugh will let it run down for one final attempt; he’ll let the seconds tick off to give Miami no opportunity whatsoever. (Whistle blows.) Timeout is called with three seconds remaining; John Smith is on the line. And I don’t care what’s on the line, Howard, you have got to say what we know in the booth.

Cosell: Yes, we have to say it. Remember this is just a football game, no matter who wins or loses. An unspeakable tragedy confirmed to us by ABC News in New York City – John Lennon, outside of his apartment building on the West Side of New York City — the most famous, perhaps, of all of the Beatles — shot twice in the back, rushed to Roosevelt Hospital, dead on arrival. Hard to go back to the game after that newsflash, which, in duty bound, we have to take. Frank?

Gifford: (after a pause) Indeed, it is.[54]

(from Wikipedia https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Murder_of_John_Lennon#Monday_Night_Football

We were all devastated. Being tail end boomers, The Beatles were the soundtrack of our youth. Their music, and his, played in various smoke filled dorm rooms until the early morning hours, small gatherings of new friends consoling one another.

On a related note, have you seen the movie Yesterday? It’s wonderful, especially the part with John at the end.