Having just recently experienced a kernel panic, I can tell you, it is not at all the same experience as a windows blue screen. In both cases there is a sadness and a strong sense of loss. But the "Blue Screen of Death" is like having ocean waves tear a beloved child from your arms. There is definitely something cruel lurking beneath the surface of that deep blue. While a Unix kernel panic is certainly funereal, it manages to maintain a classical respect for the death at hand. There are words spoken on behalf on the life, however short it may have been, to help us, the living, move forward. Where Unix places a succinct yet meaningful headstone, Windows leaves an unmarked grave.
Right now I'm pushing forward slowly from my first kernel panic. Ironically, The Killers, are helping. Wish me luck!
