OK, I try to avoid schmaltz (though somehow it always catches me up) but... p-r-e-t-t-y dang sad about Jeff Conaway passing away.
During a very earnest all-consuming Grease phase obsession in the 1990s I cultivated the mother of all crushes on this guy for the best part of three or four years (hey, that's a long-term crush when you're a teenager with escapism tendencies!). Hey, I even watched Elvira, Mistress of the Dark for him. And an episode of Babylon 5. And Ghostwriter.
And Celebrity Rehab. Which was exploitative, futile and sad. The man was in a lot of pain. Nuff said.