EVENING UPDATE: Sad news, guys. Patrick Swayze died today at age 57, after a nearly two year fight with pancreatic cancer. From People:
“Patrick Swayze passed away peacefully today with family at his side after facing the challenges of his illness for the last 20 months,” his rep tells PEOPLE in a statement.
A gifted dancer, a rugged outdoorsman, a romantic leading man and a loving husband, Swayze was also, as his brother Don put it, “a warrior” in his cancer fight.
Patrick Swayze was the son of a choreographer and he trained at the Joffrey Ballet School, he performed on Broadway, he appeared in over 30 feature films, he met his wife when he was 19 and she was 15 and they were together for nearly 40 years, he flew his own planes, he owned and operated a ranch outside of Los Angeles, and he starred in a television series whilst undergoing chemotherapy for one of the most painful forms of cancer. He is possibly most famous for his roles in Dirty Dancing and Ghost, but let’s get serious here. His real legacy is as follows:
Senator Edward “Ted” Kennedy passed away on Tuesday after suffering from a brain tumor. He was 77 years old. People Magazine reports
“Edward M. Kennedy – the husband, father, grandfather, brother and uncle we loved so deeply – died late Tuesday night at home in Hyannis Port,” his family said in a statement. “We’ve lost the irreplaceable center of our family and joyous light in our lives, but the inspiration of his faith, optimism, and perseverance will live on in our hearts forever.
And don’t let’s forget the inspiration of his leaving a woman to drown after driving his Oldsmobile off a bridge, or his legacy of sexual assault, crippling alcoholism, and all-around whoremongering. I just hope they have enough room to fit all that on his tombstone at Arlington.
Hi guys, it’s Sarah. As you’ve no doubt heard by now, John Hughes died of a heart attack Thursday morning whilst walking near his NYC home. Hughes was a writer, producer, and director of films including, but not limited to, National Lampoon’s Vacation, European Vacation, Christmas Vacation, Mr. Mom, Sixteen Candles, The Breakfast Club, Weird Science, Pretty in Pink, Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, Some Kind of Wonderful, Planes, Trains & Automobiles, The Great Outdoors, Uncle Buck, and Home Alone. Hughes almost singlehandedly created a genre of film, made the Brat Pack out of a bunch of nobodies, and defined an entire generation, and he did it all well before the age of 40. What the hell have the rest of us done lately?
So long, Mr. Hughes, and thanks for all the memories.
A tribute montage via TheFlickcast (thanks to Dustin at Pajiba for the link):
Holy shit. You pass out at the neighborhood pool for a few hours, come back and Michael Jackson is dead. That’s two celebrities in one day, for those of you keeping a death toll. TMZ says
Michael Jackson has died. He was 50.
Michael suffered a cardiac arrest earlier this afternoon at his home and paramedics were unable to revive him. We’re told when paramedics arrived Jackson had no pulse and they never got a pulse back.
A source tells us Jackson was dead when paramedics arrived.
Once at the hospital, the staff tried to resuscitate him but he was completely unresponsive.
Wow. I always figured he’d die on the operating table or erotically asphyxiating himself in a burqa some little kid’s closet. I have to say, this was much more dignified way to go.
Before you start your all-day-long in memorandum “Roadhouse” and “Point Break” marathons, let me be the first to tell you that Patrick Swayze is NOT Dead. His rep told Us Weekly
“This is to confirm that Patrick Swayze did not pass away this morning contrary to severely reckless reports stemming from a radio station in Jacksonville, Florida. Patrick Swayze is alive, well and is enjoying his life and he continues to respond to treatment.”
That’s great news. Really, who among us doesn’t love Patrick Swayze? And besides, having to talk about death today would have been a real downer, unless you’re an emo 14-year old with a faggy MySpace or a virgin-hungry jihadist-in-training. So instead of death, here are some pictures of super-hot Victoria’s Secret model Bar Rafaeli in next month’s Elle magazine. IL-Hamdu-Allah, baby!
