For those not sure of what this is all about:

Almost all Americans give great eulogy, particularly to those in the media spotlight. It is the American way to wildly and overzealously celebrate its past, and the people in it. Why this is, we can only speculate. Personally, I believe it's because they have such little history as a nation, they overdo what little history that they do have to try and counteract this. But anyway. The point is that if someone's played really well for an NBA team for an extended period (as in, like, REALLY well. I'm talking Rick Brunson well), or if there's some other reason we're supposed to love them, the team decides to remind us all of this by "retiring their number". This involves hanging a shit piece of cloth from the arena roof with that name and number on it, and forbidding any future players for that team ever wearing the number again. This is supposed to make us all sentimental and proud and stuff. Does it work? Does it bollocks. But, you know, whatever.

Here is a list of all such numbers in history. Almost all are for players (the case unless otherwise stated), some are for executives, some are for randoms, and some are PR stunts. One's just sickening. You'll know which it is.