An aquaintance of mine wrote this about Pavrotti and I thought it was humorous enough to share...
"I had dinner with Mr. Pavarotti at the apartment of my friend, Michael, in Manhattan. I was just a teenager at the time (Michael was a classmate of mine from school). Of course, when you are a teenager what do you discuss with Luciano Pavorotti? We talked about food, movies, gossip. (He never once talked about opera unless it dealt with backstage gossip.) He was very funny, but underneath he seemed sad, contemplative.
Mr. Pavorotti ate so much that I thought Michael's mother was going to have to send for take-out. He also had a lusty appetite for women because he looked at Michael's married sister the way a German Shepard looks at a plate of raw meat."
God rest that glorious soul!