With him passes just a bit of my youth.
He's the man who gave us Jake Ryan (which I think qualifies him for sainthood), as well as Ferris Bueller, Uncle Buck, and Ducky (to name a very few). Few can hope to accomplish as much in their lifetime.
Rest in peace, John Hughes. In your honor, I will recite Sixteen Candles verbatim as I make dinner.
The film festival starts in my living room at sundown.