Me too, especially stuffed with prosciutto and covered in a nice pesto. MMMMM. I'm sure Mr. Pavarotti would agree with us. My dad will be kind of upset because he's a huge fan, though. It also never helps when the person is several years younger than him.
My Sig Image: hath rid itself of this mortal coil.
I never liked his forays into the heavier stuff (Corelli 4 lyfe!), but his lyric work was fucking top-notch. Plus, he lived like a big, fat rock star in a tuxedo, which is every tenor's dream. Sleep well, big fella, sleep well.
This post makes me want to squeeze into my badass red jeans.