The legendary director John Hughes has died of a heart attack in the midst of his second Saturn Return today. Death during the Saturn Return is rather rare — there are usually other transits involved. For Hughes, Wednesday’s full moon lunar eclipse played a major role — it hit his sun and opposed his Pluto. With Michael Jackson and now John Hughes gone, the eighties feel ancient, and for a generation of puellas and puers, fully and finally dead.

Just a smattering of the movies he either wrote or directed:

The Breakfast Club
Weird Science
Ferris Bueller’s Day Off
Sixteen Candles
Pretty In Pink

His Neptune (ruler of film) was in artistic Libra, trining his Jupiter in forward-thinking Aquarius. He put the words in our mouths before we knew we wanted to say them. John Hughes defined a generation of awkward, geek-loving, Atari-playing, Depeche-Mode-loving soon-to-be Gen X’ers. He will be missed.

Dear Mr. Vernon: We accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it is we did wrong, but we think you’re crazy for making us write an essay telling you who we think we are. You see us as you want to see us: in the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions. But what we found out is that each one of us is a brain, and an athlete, and a basket case, a princess, and a criminal. Does that answer your question? Sincerely yours, The Breakfast Club