He wasn't my favorite actor. I liked him "10 Things I Hate About You," but he wasn't the one I was after (it was Joseph Gordon-Levitt). I was awed by him in "Brokeback Mountain" (but we all know I was there for Jake).
He wasn't even on my list of hot guys (he was on Pamy's though). But for some reason, when I woke up that morning and saw that Heath Ledger had died, I didn't think it was real. I was seriously hoping tht TMZ's multiple posts about it were just a joke. I was hoping it was some publicity stunt for The Dark Knight.
I was disgusted at how TMZ was reporting things that weren't even confirmed and yet I found myself clicking on refresh every five minutes hoping for "updates" on how he died, why he died, and all that jazz. And days after he died, I'm still hoping to read that it was all just a stunt. That Heath Ledger still is alive.
I won't pretend I was his biggest fan, but deep inside I still feel terrible. What a loss. I feel for Hollywood. They lost a great actor. I feel for his family, they'll surely miss their son. I feel for his daughter, Matilda. I don't ever want to know how it feels like to lose a dad.
Rest in peace, Heath Ledger.