Beloved actor dies at 37 after being shot in Los Angeles

There are a lot of tributes to the late General Hospital

star Johnny Wactor from family members and other actors.

The 37-year-old man was shot and killed in Los Angeles on Saturday morning while protecting a coworker

from thieves who were trying to steal his catalytic converter.

At about 3:25 am, Wactor was walking a coworker to her car after working a shift at a rooftop bar when something terrible happened.

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