Mick Foley had character running out of his butthole. A true visionary for the sport of wrestling. As a Mankind fan you approved of depth and sophistication even if it was delivered to you via a smart assed sock puppet. Now life is just about procrastinating to write fairly sarcastic, cheapshot-filled lists on the Internet. If you were following Foley's dedication to his craft you hopefully go all out. Nobody (in an industry full of crazies) was as bonkers as Mick. And if you truly followed his vision you're either dead or a nurse is clicking through these slides for you.