Wednesday, December 13, 2006

Good Night Herr Doktor

Peter Boyle is dead at age 71.

I don't think it's hyperbole to posit that Boyle not winning an Oscar for his work in Young Frankenstein remains one of the greatest travesties of the 20th century.

From that fateful day when stinking bits of slime first crawled from the sea and shouted to the cold stars, "I am man.", our greatest dread has always been the knowledge of our mortality. But tonight, we shall hurl the gauntlet of science into the frightful face of death itself. Tonight, we shall ascend into the heavens. We shall mock the earthquake. We shall command the thunders, and penetrate into the very womb of impervious nature herself.

Let loose with your favorite lines from young Frankenstein in this thread, if you feel it will help in some small way to salve your grief.

(He didn't suck in Johnny Dangerously either.)

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