Favourite dead celebrity.

[Bloodline666]

Oh...
my...
GOD!

You just posted my favorite deceased celebrity!

I had the opportunity to meet the late Dimebag Darrell only eight months before he was killed. That dude meant so much to me, as did his music, because if it weren't for him and his killer riffs, I would not be playing guitar today.

I remember I was in a heavy metal chatroom on December 8th, 2004, when I heard about Dimebag Darrell's death. At first, I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I said to myself, "This can't be real...this can't be real...please, let this be just a stupid Internet rumor or a horrible nightmare..." The next morning, I had it on my local rock station, and they confirmed it. I was in total disbelief. In total disbelief and outraged that one of rock and metal's most beloved and most outgoing and friendly figures would be killed in such cold blood the way he was. Dimebag always had a way of making you laugh, even if you were in the tiest of moods. He'd always put a smile on your face, no matter what. He'd even play practical jokes with you in the form of fireworks, and you'd go home with a big-ass smile on your face.

He was not at all your typical rock star. When you met Dime, you weren't just getting an autograph and a "thank you, have a nice day." Not at all. You and him would get drunk together. He'd get you a tattoo. He'd give you the face paint of your favorite member of KISS. He'd dye the bottom of your goatee red. He'd play with fireworks with you. He'd just flat-out raise hell with you. He'd even turn just a meet-and-greet autograph session into one huge party. He even owned a strip club in the Dallas area, and he wouldn't just sit in the VIP section; he'd mingle with all the customers there. In fact, I remember reading about an instance where he was holding some sort of guitar clinic at this guitar shop, and the last person to leave was this kid. He asked him, "How long have you been playing?", to which the kid replied, "actually, I don't. I want a guitar for Christmas this year, but can't afford one, because my dad just lost his job." Dime immediately spoke with the manager of the place, and cut a deal to buy a guitar and an amp, and handed them to the kid, and said, "Merry Christmas, buddy! Start practicing, because the next time we meet, you and I are jamming together!"

And for some jerk to just wipe such a wonderful human being off the face of this earth the way he did, was just outright despicable. Coincidentally, Dimebag was killed on the 24 year anniversary of the assassination of John Lennon.