James Dean would’ve been 79 years old if Donald Turnupseed hadn’t veered out of his lane on September 30, 1955 and hit Dean’s Porsche head-on.

First, beauty:

Then, irony:

I should point out that Dean was never my cup of tea, but I can appreciate his position as an archetype. Plus, he got to cuddle with Sal Mineo — that’s something.