There was the "love is dead" camp as people wondered who—who?!—can make it work if Brangelina couldn't. There were the lemonade makers, who took the opportunity to take stock of the still-chugging couples in Hollywood, as a reassurance that the Will-and-Jadas and Channing-and-Jennas of the world were still going strong.
There were the karma police, who relished the breakup as years-in-the-making retribution for the couple's sin of falling in love in the first place while Pitt was still married. Then there was the New York Post, with its tongue-in-cheek yet ultimately insulting front page reporting the couple's demise as an entity and punctuating it with a close-up of Jennifer Aniston's laughing face—useful only as a reminder of just how irrational we can be about personal matters we really know next-to-nothing about.