Patrick Swayze

I'm so sad to hear that Patrick Swayze died today.  Dirty Dancing is my favorite movie and I basically know all the lines by heart - I'm sure I'm not alone there.  Many a college paper was written with Patrick dancing in the background.  I, like many other gals, wanted to be the one dancing with the sweet, sexy, tough guy.  Honestly, it kind of makes me feel wierd that one of my childhood crushes is gone and in the words of Max Kellerman, "It feels like it's all just slipping away..." 

On a separate, but related note: Everytime a celebrity dies, my facebook news feed is filled with RIP messages for that celebrity.  First, that kind of creeps me out - it makes me think of Halloween tombstone decorations and although I know it means rest in peace, it certainly doesn't sound peaceful to me.  Second, I hope he's not resting in peace - I hope he's dancing up a storm in heaven.  So, just as a weird and morbid note, when I die, please don't tell me to RIP.  I have absolutely no intention of doing so and have every hope that God has more plans for my afterlife than resting.