I am in love with a dead man.

I was watching some documentary thing on MGM movie musicals last night, and they had this whole section on Gene Kelly, and by the end of it, I'd fallen madly in love with him. I've always thought he was handsome and talented. And ever since he played that clarinet-playing old coot in "Xanadu," I've had a special place in my heart for him. But as they played clip after clip of him dancing and singing and leaping around, I just melted. There was nothing the slightest bit fey about the way he danced--just pure athletic elegance. When he danced, not only did it look effortless, but it looked like he was enjoying the hell out of himself. Plus, it didn't hurt that he was very, very good looking--unlike Fred Astaire who was sort of goofy in an endearing way. I mean, look at him.

Sigh.

Now I want to know more about my new dead boyfriend. Where was he from? Was he married? Any kids? I'm totally smitten.