Paul Newman did life like it is supposed to be done. Parlay your skills and luck and hard work into big money--use that money to explore your other skills, and raise money for those who weren't born with incredibly good looks. Or luck.
Paul Newman is one of my favorite actors. If in 50 years hence, I'm lucky enough to live to 83, as he did, I can't imagine he won't be one of my favorite actors then as well.
If one of the following: The Sting, Cool Hand Luke, Butch Cassidy & the Sundance Kid, or The Hustler aren't amongst your Top 10, then I don't know what to tell you, pal--you've got shitty taste in movies.
Fare thee well, Paul--thanks for all the social justice, all the movies, and just proving that being a cool young actor did not mean that one had to die young, or get ridiculously fat and self-parodying. Thanks for proving that marriage in Hollywood doesn't have to be a easy laugh for tabloids. Thanks for loving sports. Thanks for being Paul Fucking Newman. So it goes.
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