But this isn’t supposed to happen. Jack LaLanne is supposed to outlive every single one of us. This is definitely a cold glass of freshly juiced sadness. Jack LaLanne, the fitness guru of all fitness gurus who still makes all of us feel like fat lazies, is juicing oranges with his bare hands for the angels up in heaven today. Jack died of respiratory failure due to pneumonia at his home in Morro Bay, CA this afternoon. Jack was 96.
Jack was not only an infomercial star who entertained me in the middle of the night with his juice talk while I devoured a bowl of nachos, but he also hosted his own workout show for a million years and opened a chain of gyms.
Jack’s wife of 51 years, Elaine LaLanne (that’s really the perfect name), released a short statement to The Associated Press about the loss of a legend:
“I have not only lost my husband and a great American icon, but the best friend and most loving partner anyone could ever hope for.
Rest in peace, Jack…. We’ll all put on our black spandex jumpsuits and juice something in your honor (Can you juice a Twinkie?).