Today a great celluloid luminary passed from our plane of existence. The man who cried "WOLVERINES" while taking out a Soviet attack helicopter with an AK47 shall cry no more. No one is left to protect Baby from being placed in the corner she so doesn't deserve to occupy. The throats of errant scalliwags misbehaving in roadhouses are safe once more. The man who taught us there are only two emotions has created a third in our hearts, Loss (which according to the Love/fear matrix is very far to the "fear" side of things). Patrick has joined Chris Farley in that great Chippendales tryout in the sky.
Rest In peace Mr. Swayze. You fought long enough.