Today I'm having a hard time trying to not cry. My Heart is broken, the man for whom I turned Goth for is gone.
Christopher Lee, the vampire count, the Villain of Villains, the man who has "saved" my virtue a number of times, is gone.
Except for Doyle, he is the only man I ever had a serious "crush" on.
Mother would not let me go to the movies with a boy unless it was a film starring Christopher Lee, because she knew I would be more interested in the film, instead of a pimple-faced boy trying to make like an eight-armed octopus, needless to say I never had repeat dates with those callow youths. My heart always belonged to Him.
Doyle admired him too and could understand my "crush".
As I understand it he passed away this last Sunday of respiratory problems, he was 93. He now joins, Vincent, Peter, John Caradine, Boris, and Lon.
I say that he is NOT DEAD, but only resting, waiting to haunt us in our dreams.
"Good Night Sweet Count and flights of vampire bats help fly thee to thy rest"