Robert Goulet, "dead" at 73

Shit. I loved that fucking guy. In a manly way, I mean. You know, loved like a brother. He was like my fake Canadian fag-type singer brother. Except he wasn't a fag. He always said. And you know the fucking weirdest thing is he wasn't Canadian. He PRETENDED to be Canadian. Can you fucking believe that? Why in fuck would someone pretend to be CANADIAN? Is that like a GOOD thing to be? I don't think so. It's sort of like pretending to have cancer. Or pretending to be dead. Pretending to be Canadian. That killed me. And him, too, I guess. You know what I mean. Here's to you, fucking Man of fucking LaMancha.