In my final year of college and my first year of living on my own I acquired a rather strong schoolgirl crush on The Crocodile Hunter. Steve Irwin was so fascinating to me that I'd watch his videos (of which I still own two) over and over again. Steve had such a crazed souped-up attitude towards anything and everything he encountered that I was willing to overlook the risks he took in favor of his personality.
Now Steve is dead leaving behind two little children and a wife. Bye, mate.