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.
Best to say, RIP Kenickie...