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1952-2009

I keep telling myself that Patrick Swayze was able to crawl from his bed to the beach, still in his hospital blanket as pouring rain beat him down. Assuming he was crazy, the doctors and family gave a call to Mr. Swayze’s old pal Keanu Reeves who ventured over to the beach and tossed down Swayze’s hospital records at his feet. “Lose somethin’ brah,” Reeves replied. “My old friend Keanu,” retorted Swayze. “Was working on some new romantic comedy in Baja, with some new piece of meat named Megan. Guess someone didn’t want a good film.” Keanu continued, “But then I got a call. Missed you all last week, but I knew you wouldn’t miss this.”

“Yep. You still surfin’?” Mr. Swayze asked his old comrade. “Everyday, ever since we finished filming.” The waves crashed together as Reeves and Patrick watched on. “You gotta go in,” Reeves said to his friend, “it’s gotta be that way.” Swayze smirked and shook his head, “sorry my friend.” As Mr. Swayze made a dash for it, Reeves grabbed his wrist and handcuffed him. “I told them…you’d go quietly,” Reeves sighed as Patrick looked at all of his family, friends and doctors ready to retrieve him.

“No!” he screamed, “Not like this man. You can’t let me go out in a bed man.” Reeves then looked at all of Swayze’s onlookers and then back at his longtime friend and former co-star. Keanu, intensely, pulled their locked wrists up together and uncuffed his best friend. Swayze then grabbed his surfboard and ran into the water as the family and friends raced to the shores. They were too late, as Patrick had already caught the perfect wave and was ready to mount on his board.

“No! You let him go!” shouted Lisa Niemi at Reeves. “No I didn’t,” Reeves retorted, calmly walking away from the scene. Patrick sprouted up on his board and rode the wave. “We’ll get him when he comes back in,” said Lisa. “He’s not coming back,” Keanu assured them as he didn’t look toward the water. If he had, he’d have witnessed Swayze stand one last time before a big wave came tumbling down on top of him and his board, setting him free. Keanu pulled out a Sweet November Blu-ray. He wiped some water off the cover before over extending his arm and tossing it into the water. He then walked away, still keeping the intensity in his face.

At least that’s how I’m telling myself it happened. R.I.P. Mr. Patrick “Bodhi” Swayze. You will be missed by the lot of us. Thank you for some very entertaining films, as well as the pretty entertaining The Beast.