He and his son. What a waste.

How horribly sad.

A Christmas Story is one of my favorite movies.

Oooohhh man.

A Christmas Story has been an annual ritual in my family since sometime in the early 90s. We're a little insane with it: We all have it memorized. We have even given one another presents related to the movie (a zeppelin, a blue bowling ball, a can of Simoniz, a flyswatter, a Daisy air rifle). Whenever the Christmas glow seems to have worn off and the exasperating realities of holidays with family start to show themselves, someone will inevitably warble "Fa ra ra ra ra...."

So this is sad. Can't say much for Porky's, but what he did with A Christmas Story was a real gift to the world.

I always enjoyed Peter Billingsley's stories about working on the set with all those other kids, and how the director had the house interiors set up as completely real environments, down to socks and stationery supplies and loose change in the drawers...which, he said, made it so easy for a child actor to feel real in that space.

This is sad.

I still remember how excited my brother and I got when we first saw the trailer for A Christmas Story on TV. The indelible image of Santa's foot slowly coming to rest on Ralphie's forehead and shoving him screaming down the slide with a malevolent "Ho! Ho! Ho!" was so damn funny, so freaking bizarre that we decided we absolutely had to see this movie. So we had our parents drop us off at the theater -- I think it was the first movie we got to see sans adults -- and it was the weirdest, most hilarious thing we had ever seen on the big screen. Man, that movie cracked us up! I think we saw it a couple more times that year, and in subsequent years, screening it became a regular Christmas tradition at our house (long before TBS/TNT marathons ran a good thing into the ground). I will always have great fondness for that film. Thanks, Bob!

What a horrible way to die.

A Christmas Story is one of my favourites as well and it's become a tradition to watch it at least once during the holiday.

Odd, Atom Eyes, it was the first movie my sister and I saw at a theater without adults!

I had heard he had died, but I didn't realize it was to a drunk driver. What an awful thing.

I've never seen ACS, but I hate drunk drivers with a passion.