Matthew McGrory, an awesome actor, in the world of horror he played Tiny in House of 1000 Corpses and it's sequel The Devil's Rejects. He seems to me like a really cool guy, and yeah, I miss him.
Did not even know he died!! Wow, terrible.
William S. Burroughs may not be thought of as a horror icon, but if anyone take a good look at his books, there's some stuff in there that will curl your toes. He was my literary hero, and he passed away in 1999 on the early morning of August 2nd, my birthday. Specifically my 21st birthday. It hit me like a ton of bricks, and it took me days to recover from his passing. He might not be everyone's idea of a horror icon, but I bet David Cronenberg would agree.
When Vincent Price passed away back in 2003, I felt as if I'd lost a beloved Uncle. I grew up watching Price's films back in the 60's, and then, of course, seeing him everywhere on television in the 70's and 80's - he just seemed like such a constant. While I never had the honor of meeting him - when I read or saw interviews, he seemed like such a decent person.My fave Price film is The Tingler, but the cinematic moment that always gets me is when he's about to present Edward Scissorhand's with the cookie heart...god I puddle up at that moment.
Paul Naschy, the Spanish horror icon, died at the beginning of the month and there was barely any mention of it anywhere in any blog. I grew up watching his werewolf films, so his death has affected me more than any others.
I was all of twelve when my best friend called me on a Saturday afternoon in the summer of 1975 to tell me that he heard on the radio about Rod Serling's death. I ran to the living room, buried my face in the sofa, and wept for a good hour. Even at that age, I had so much respect for anyone in any medium who caught your attention, pulled you aside, and said, "I have a story I want to share with you." Directors, writers, comic book artists, editors, anthologists - and especially TV horror hosts - I loved them all, but the first and best was Serling. And only 50 years old, his innards turned into offal by the ravages of cigarettes and liquor - maybe why I've never touched the former and only seldom the latter.
Vincent Price, no doubt, I also grew up watching his films and he was one of the main reasons I love horror so much.
I was too young to remember Serling's passing. Price I do remember very well, and was very saddened by it, indeed. As for Naschy, it is a shame he didn't get more attention with American horror blogs--I myself am guilty of intending to do an obit for him, and then getting caught up in other things. Shame.
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