Alan Rickman, Harry Potter and Die Hard actor, dies aged 69
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"What I do is…" She poured bubbling wine into his glass. "First, I'll take a big glass of wine up to
my bedroom, then I'll light candles. I'll put on something soft and comfortable, something that makes me feel relaxed. Feel… female. Then I get into bed with all the pillows arranged just so, because I'm about to take a journey just for myself. And when I'm ready… When I'm just sinking in… I watch my DVD of Truly, Madly, Deeply."
"You watch porn?"
"It's not porn." Laughing, she gave his arm a quick slap. "It's an amazing love story. Juliet Stevenson is devastated when the man she loves, Alan Rickman, dies. She's overwhelmed with grief. Oh, it's painful to watch." Eyes radiating emotion, she laid a hand just under her throat. "I cry buckets. Then he comes back as a ghost. He loves her so much. It rips your heart out, and it makes you laugh."
"Rips out your heart and makes you laugh?"
"Yes. Men never get that. I'm not going to tell you the whole thing, just that it's wrenching and
charming and sad and affirming. It's unspeakably romantic."
"And that's what you do, secretly, in your bed at night, when you're alone."
"It is. Hundreds of times. I've had to replace the DVD twice."
Obviously baffled, he studied her as he drank champagne. "A dead guy's romantic?"
"Hello? Alan Rickman"
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