Spoiler Alert: The Hero Dies: A Memoir of Love, Loss, and Other Four-Letter Words

by Michael Ausiello

Meanwhile, my head started spinning from the epically surreal nature of what was transpiring. I was standing in a hospital room with the man I loved and my future mother-in-law and I was trying like hell to pretend like this wasn’t a moment I would remember for the rest of my life. “We’re waiting for the nurse to come with the wheelchair and then we’re outta here,” Kit informed me. “How are you feeling?” “Sore, but the Vicodin is tasty,” Kit said, before adding with surprising sassiness—considering he wasn’t out to his mom yet—“I told the nurse I want total sensory deprivation and backup drugs.” (I would come to find out years later during a weekend-long AbFab marathon that this sassy retort, like so many of his sauciest zingers, was appropriated from the cult comedy. Every 15 minutes I’d hear one of the series’ two boozy leads—Eddy or Patsy—utter a strikingly familiar crack. And every time my jaw would hit the floor, after which I’d turn my head and, with a mix of disillusionment and reverence, shoot a gleefully sheepish Kit a look like, Are you kidding me?!)