No, not Andy!

I was training when I heard the news. My personal trainer was throwing a med ball to me in the park. Nice afternoon, the sun was shining, spring almost here.

Bran told me something had happened. Normally, I tend to worry every time somebody utters the words 'something happened'. I guess he saw it in my eyes, because he added 'It's peripheral, it doesn't affect us'.

So what is it then, Bran?

"Andy Whitfield died."

Oooooooooooooooooooooooh!!! Noooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!

Spaaaaaaaaaaaaaartaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaacuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuus!!!

I stopped throwing the ball. I... I... I was totally speechless! It couldn't be possible! Not Spartacus! Not Andy Whitfield! Oh, God, no!

One of those things that makes one believe that God doesn't exist. And that life sucks, death sucks, cancer sucks... 

Oh my, oh my, oh my!!!

I just couldn't go on with the workout for a while. I had to re-situate myself - I was in the park, I was supposed to be working out with my personal trainer, I had to throw the ball back to him... Now M-O-V-E!!!

But I was... paralysed!

Not Andy Whitfield... Not Spartacus! Not my hero!

WHY? WHY? WHY?

WHAT THE HECK...?

.......... (SILENCE FOLLOWS) ..........

... And now can we please have a moment of silence in memory of Andy Whitfield. 

(R.I.P. Andy Whitfield. May the gods be with you and take your soul home. Long life to Spartacus, magnificent and irreplaceable - Andy is, and will always be, the only one!)

+++++++++++++++++ I'll be back.