I have spent so much time in darkrooms like those that I can process most photosensitive materials just by bleeding on them. Honestly, I can't say that I feel very sad about their passing.
Oh, I could spend a sentimental day or two flipping Nikkor tanks, dodging, burning, picking the best grade of Brovira, maybe a little selenium toning, hey why not load up the basket with a couple dozen Ektaprint 8x10's? How 'bout some C22? E4 anyone? Hey what happened to spare cold-light bulb? Do we have enough bicarbonate to dump the Ciba chemicals (and still have drain pipes)?
But you know what, I JUST DON"T LIKE HANGING OUT IN DARK CLOSETS! But I do miss my 84-beat-per-minute electro-mechanical metronome, my beta waves could hit an exact 84bpm for years after unplugging my last safety light. Of course my Gralab timer still graces the wall not far from the Epson, BZZZzuzuzuzuuuzzzzzzuzuzuzuzuz...so sweet (it will buzz forever if you let it).
The only thing that brought me back to the world of photography was the irrelevancy of the darkroom and the inspired brilliance of that fabulous, liberating invention, the wide format inkjet printer.