Beloved Father, Husband, Sharkhunter, Spaceman

I must confess that I'm saddened by the news of Roy Scheider's passing, but frankly I am shocked that he lived to the age of seventy-five. That Roy was able to lead such a long and fruitful life, despite his reckless nature and devil-may-care attitude, is a tribute to the man's strength and more likely, his luck. The way Roy Scheider lived on or near the edge, I am truly amazed that he didn't get himself killed years ago.

While you had to admire Roy's heroism and bravery, you have to agree that he had no business hunting for great white sharks in the Atlantic ocean, despite the risk to the good people of Amity. He was damned lucky that the first shark blew up, and what was he thinking using himself as sharkbait trying to get a second great white shark to chomp down on some electrified cables?!!! Roy, seriously, you should've been lunch on at least two occasions.

If sharkhunting weren't a dangerous enough pastime, Roy Scheider had to satisfy his macho urges by flying around in invisible war helicopters, which I can imagine isn't the safest of activities. And if that wasn't risky enough, Roy had to go and volunteer himself to get shot into space, for the sake of rescuing some derelict American spaceship that was somehow messed up in some nasty alien business. I mean come on Roy, you had a family back home! Certainly there must've been someone else, younger and singler, that NASA could've got to handle the job. You almost faced certain death when you caused that planet to collapse, but fortunately those Russians were able to save you. What the hell were you thinking then Mr. Scheider? I don't think you were thinking at all.

Roy Scheider will be greatly remembered for his contribution to film, but you'll have to admit that the man was luckier than hell. I bet if he had stuck to acting, instead of chasing vampires and racing submarines, he would've lived to be 100.