Gutted

Fucking speechless. 
Except for the swearing. 
The cartoonist who influenced my teenage years has been gunned down. 
Shot dead. With a fucking Kalashnikov. 
There is nothing more alien than associating Cabu and Kalashnikov in the same sentence. 
To have the former killed by the latter is beyond comprehension. 

Fucking gutted I am. 

It is very very important not to act in the heat of immediate anger, or incomprehension, or incomprehensive anger. 

I'm not even angry.
Just gutted.
Floored.
Fucking gutted and floored.