Well, that was as unexpected as the Spanish Inquistion: RIP The Ultimate Warrior

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Well, it was quite a shock this morning to find out that WWF legend The Ultimate Warrior died yesterday at 54. What made it unexpected is that he was just inducted into the WWE Hall of Fame last Saturday and was on Monday Night Raw not even two days ago. The reports say that he collapsed yesterday while walking to his car, which is the opposite of how I first thought he died. I thought he had committed suicide because of the odd and now ominous speech he gave on Monday night:

No WWE talent becomes a legend on their own. Every man's heart one day beats its final beat. His lungs breathe their final breath. And if what that man did in his life makes the blood pulse through the body of others and makes them believe deeper in something larger than life then his essence, his spirit, will be immortalized. By the story tellers, by the loyalty, by the memory of those who honor him and make the running the man did live forever. You, you, you, you, you, you are the legend makers of Ultimate Warrior. In the back I see many potential legends. Some of them with warrior spirits. And you will do the same for them. You will decide if they lived with the passion and intensity. So much so that you will tell your stories and you will make them legends, as well. I am Ultimate Warrior. You are the Ultimate Warrior fans. And the spirit of the Ultimate Warrior will run forever!

Also because Warrior was two scoops of nuts. He was also homophobic, which no one can or should try to whitewash even after his death. It's not a time to gloat either. Warrior had a wife and two daughters who just lost someone very important in their lives, so gloating over his death is beyond callous. So how to remember The Ultimate Warrior? Remember him as a hyperactive, psychotic wrestler who bested Hulk Hogan at WrestleMania VI and was half of the Mega Maniacs with Randy Savage. Remember him as the wrestler and not as the homophobe.