My first thought when a very attractive (or at at least formerly very attractive) celebrity dies is, "Gosh, it's such a shame he didn't have kids so he could pass on those beautiful genes."
A rather insensitive sentiment, surely, but that's what I thought when Jonathan Brandis died several years ago. It's what I thought when River Phoenix croaked in 1993. And it's the first thing that came to mind when I saw the headlines that Corey Haim had bitten the dust today.
That boy was a slice of hotness back in his day. Those lush little lips and those big blue eyes were straight up dreamy. And he remained just as hot, if not hotter, as he matured into his early 20s. There is this scene in "Prayer of the Rollerboys" where Patricia Arquette's character begins to, um, service him, and of course, we don't see the action, but I can remember it got my 13-year-old heart racing back in 1990.
He may have been a wash up, and the years of drug abuse clearly took their toll on his once princely appearance, but there was still that hint of the cutie within, even as he began to clean up. It's a shame on so many levels.
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