He's lying in a pool of blood , the struggle is over ! The Oscar most certainly goes to him , the strongest man amongst us ! Our self professed leader called home , suicide by revolver , a noble warrior to the end ! Our battered , broken King . Victim of the minds many afflictions , pawn to several addictions ! A Father , grandfather and a brother with a good ear for his children , with many maps to guide us through turbulent waters ! Laid to rest among the other male thespians in our inner circle , four more slaves to the gun !