To summarize, because I know you're busy: Patrick Trueman is not dead. Rudolph Walker is alive, well, and probably laughing at all the panic he's caused without lifting a finger.
So take a deep breath. Put down the tissues. You can even rewatch that classic scene where Patrick yells "Get outta my pub!" without guilt.
And if you see another death hoax article? Just imagine Rudolph Walker winking at you from behind his glasses. Fooled ya. That's the only real drama here.
Now, go pour yourself a cuppa. Raise it to Patrick—the man, the myth, the very-much-alive legend. Cheers to that.
