End Times Are Nigh

I am quite certain that the title of this article makes no sense because I really don't know what "nigh" means. If you have ever looked at my profile, you learned the only things that were ever important to me. Look at the "favorite movie" line.

This past Sunday, we lost the leader of the Roadhouse band, Jeff Healey to retinoblastoma, a rare form of eye cancer that had affected him since the age of one. Healey was only forty one years old.

Today I find out that Patrick Swayze has terminal pancreatic cancer and only has five weeks to live. Story HERE. Swayze is only fifty five. Shit.

Terrible things come in threes, so I must say now, so long Sam Elliot. I loved you in Mask, Ghostrider (Sam was awesome and saved the movie entirely by himself), and the Holy Grail of all movies, Roadhouse. "Hurts like shit, don't it?"

I have created a new label in honor of that terrible movie that I can never stop watching and shall at some time post the entire dialogue one bit and one piece at a time.

"What if he calls my mama a whore?"

"Well, is she?"

(Hat-Tip: Wizbang)

What are your favorite Roadhouse moments?

Do not think for one minute that this is making fun of this tragedy, I love Dalton like family.

UPDATE: For MUD, this photo of Dalton is a photoshopped image, one of about three total on my site, I usually use MS Paint, the greatest program ever invented! MUD has been to a seminar on photoshop and he is flying through the program. Go look at Kansas boy's gator pitchurs, dey's good. I bet that he would 'shop some old images for you if you wanted him to, you know, like if you wanted grammy to have three arms or something. "Dalton/Roberts" photo from THIS post.