In honor of Bloggers for Movember, I bring you a selection of Hot Dead Mustachioed Guys for your consideration. (Special thanks to Joe Hoover for the suggestion.)
In the Classic Hollywood Dreamboat category:
In the Handsome Presidential Assassin category:
In the Ultimate Sweetness category:
In the I Was a Badass Until I Got All My Men Slaughtered at Little Big Horn category:
In the President Most Likely to Kick Your Head In category:
In the Yet Another Smokin’ Hot WWII Flyboy category:
In the What Doesn’t Kill Me Makes My Mustache Bushier category:
In the Cloud City Cool category:
In the I Was So Good in Bed That Queen Victoria Never Stopped Mourning My Death category:
In the My Father Was One of the Most Handsome Men Ever to Walk the Earth but I Was Okay Looking Too category:
All of these guys would have made sure to get regular prostate exams if they existed back in their day. Even John Wilkes Booth—he was a fanatic but he wasn’t stupid. And you just know Sweetness got himself checked out.
So gentlemen, get yourselves screened. I know it’s not fun but it’s no worse than anything women subject themselves to during ob/gyn exams. Please, take care of yourselves physically—and mentally, too. And ladies, make sure the men in your life look after their health.