My first Star Trek movie had been Star Trek IV: The Voyage Home so when I finally saw The Wrath of Khan all those years ago, I didn't cry when Spock died. I knew that it was followed by Star Trek III: The Search for Spock (which overall is not a great movie but it does give us Christopher Lloyd swanning around in a cape and Klingon head gear so I give it a pass for that) and that Spock would be okay enough to swim with whales by movie 4.
But I cried last night. I cried a lot.
Mr. Nimoy, thank you for being a part of Star Trek and by extension, a part of the lives of Trekkies every where.