Fuck the world, Patrick Swayze died. Serial rapists, child molesters, and nutwipes like Chris Brown still roam this earth, and yet the man who played Johnny Castle, Dalton, Darrell Curtis, Sam Wheat, and Bodhi is taken from us at 57. Why even go on? Here’s the AP report:
“Patrick Swayze passed away peacefully today with family at his side after facing the challenges of his illness for the last 20 months,” said a statement released Monday evening by his publicist, Annett Wolf. No other details were given.
Fans of the actor were saddened to learn in March 2008 that Swayze was suffering from a particularly deadly form of cancer.
When he first went public with the illness, some reports gave him only weeks to live, but his doctor said his situation was “considerably more optimistic” than that.
“I’d say five years is pretty wishful thinking,” Swayze told ABC’s Barbara Walters in early 2009. “Two years seems likely if you’re going to believe statistics. I want to last until they find a cure, which means I’d better get a fire under it.”
He lived to get radical. RIP, man.
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Indeed. He lived his life on his own terms, but stayed faithful to his love and dance partner of thirty-plus years. That’s the kind of man every boy should grow up to be. (Just too bad some boys never grow up. I won’t name names. You know who they are.)
RIP, Patrick Swayze.