I figured if there was any time to post a gorgeous picture of Joan Rivers serving up stunning 80s pink taffeta realness with the most glamorous creature in the universe, Miss Piggy, it was now. On Thursday night, Melissa Rivers released a statement regarding the status of her mother’s condition after Joan’s heart stopped working during a procedure at a clinic, saying that Joan was in resting comfortably in a coma (which made me hopeful, because if daytime TV has taught me anything, it’s that people wake up from comas all the time).
But today TMZ is bringing us the shitty news that Joan Rivers has been put on life support, and that her family will have the next couple days to decide when to turn the machines off. TMZ says that Joan’s family is hopeful that an angel dressed like Loretta Castorini will descend from Heaven and tell her to snap out of it, and the NY Daily News says she’s surrounded by her family at this time.
I was under the impression that Joan would out-live us all (considering she’s had considerable upgrades done in the past 20 or so years) so I don’t know what to think. I definitely don’t want to think about her being escorted up to Heaven by the ghost of Spike, and I DEFINITELY don’t want to think about poor Melissa having to make the decision to pull the plug on her own mother (too sad). But I suppose if sad shit is mean to happen, at least Joan herself can tell me everything is going to be OK (skip to the 23:27 mark and get your finest Joan Rivers for QVC scarf ready to dab at your eyes):
Joan Rivers Stopped Breathing And Maybe Went Into Cardiac Arrest During Surgery This Morning (UPDATE)
According to TMZ, 81-year-old comedian and life legend Joan Rivers was rushed to the hospital this morning during a throat procedure at a clinic in New York. Joan was having some shit done to her vocal cords when she stopped breathing and was rushed to Mount Sinai. TMZ says that shortly before 10:00am, an emergency call was placed to 911 saying that someone (Joan) was in either cardiac or respiratory arrest. Other than that, the only thing we know is that her daughter Melissa is on her way to the hospital.
No! Not Joan! The walls in my house aren’t long enough for the slow wall slide of sadness I need to do right now, so I’m dropping to the floor and doing the slow floor slide of sadness all the way down my hallway. I don’t care if I get splinters in my ass! Joan is worth it! It might also be worth it if you have a fancy memaw in your life to ask if she has any jewelery from the Joan Rivers for HSN collection that you could borrow (trust me, she does; all fancy memaws do) and form a prayer circle using the most exquisite pieces. Joan’s timeless joo-rey can fix anything.
UPDATE: The NYPD have said that at one point Joan’s heart stopped beating, and that she is currently in critical condition.
UPDATE #2: E! has confirmed that Joanie’s condition has been upgraded from critical to stable:
This year was a tough year for the “In Memoriam” segment of the Emmys; it was like an all-you-can-weep sadness buffet. Some of television’s best flew up to TV heaven this year: Alice from The Brady Bunch. Don Pardo. Meshach Taylor!!! But of course, the most time was dedicated to Robin Williams, and he was given a really sweet eulogy by Billy Crystal, followed by a couple of clips from various appearances on TV. Billy also told a story about the time he, Whoopi, and Robin were at Shea stadium for Comic Relief day and he asked Robin – who knew nothing about baseball – what his favorite baseball team was, and he answered “The San Franciscos”. Everybody in the audience laughed like “LOL classic Robin“, but I’m with Robin Williams – is The San Franciscos the wrong answer? The San Franciscos sounds right to me.
But the cutest tribute of the night goes to Jimmy Kimmel, who wore rainbow suspenders under his tuxedo in honor of Mork from Ork. Oh god, did it just get dusty with onions in here or something?? Pass me the Kleenex, my eyes are watering.
— Jimmy Kimmel (@jimmykimmel) August 25, 2014
Well, this one is bound to hit you straight in the feels if you’re the type of person who can’t read a name like “Andy Samberg” without immediately hearing a booming voice in your head say “aaaaan-DEEEEE SAAAAM-buuuurg.” According to The Hollywood Reporter, an NBC spokesperson has confirmed that legendary Saturday Night Live announcer Don Pardo has flown up to heaven at the age of 96. No! I mean….nnnoooooooOOOOOOOOOOOooooo!
Don was the voice of SNL since it premiered in 1975 and only missed one season (1981-82), but he lent his voice to a million other NBC programs before that. Don started working for NBC in 1944 when it was still on radio, then moved to television when that was invented. Don Pardo was the original voice of The Price is Right, the announcer for game shows Three on a Match, Winning Streak, and Jackpot!, and was the original voice of Jeopardy!, which he parodied in “Weird Al” Yankovic’s “I Lost on Jeopardy“. He tried to retire once in 2004, but SNL wouldn’t let him go and would fly him from his home in Arizona to New York once a week. Eventually he started recording from home, because fuck you Lorne Michaels, Don Pardo doesn’t want to get out of his sweatpants and slippers.
Damn, this one hits me hard because I seriously say everything in Don Pardo’s voice. I’ve caught myself in the grocery store reading cereal boxes like Don Pardo (“hhhhon-EEEEE NUT CHEEEER-iiii-oooos”). He could make anything sound extremely important.
And this would be the part where I say “Rest in peace, Don Pardo”, but you know that’s not going to happen. I bet the second he got to heaven, God pulled him aside, handed him a mic and a set of earphones, and put him to work announcing everyone’s names as they arrive at the pearly gates.
Robin Williams’ widow Susan Schneider pulled off another layer of sad today when she issued a statement saying that on top of depression and addiction, Robin was diagnosed with early stages Parkinson’s Disease. There’s been plenty of rumors going around including one that claimed Robin got back on the booze bottle before committing suicide. But Susan says that he was sober until the end.
“Robin spent so much of his life helping others. Whether he was entertaining millions on stage, film or television, our troops on the frontlines, or comforting a sick child — Robin wanted us to laugh and to feel less afraid.
Since his passing, all of us who loved Robin have found some solace in the tremendous outpouring of affection and admiration for him from the millions of people whose lives he touched. His greatest legacy, besides his three children, is the joy and happiness he offered to others, particularly to those fighting personal battles.
Robin’s sobriety was intact and he was brave as he struggled with his own battles of depression, anxiety as well as early stages of Parkinson’s Disease, which he was not yet ready to share publicly.
It is our hope in the wake of Robin’s tragic passing, that others will find the strength to seek the care and support they need to treat whatever battles they are facing so they may feel less afraid.”
Pic: NY Mag
Robin Williams’ daughter Zelda made us all hurt a little bit less after hearing about the death of her father by hopping on the internet and offering up a metaphorical group hug in the form of a touching quote from The Little Prince. And ever since then, we collectively decided as a society that for the next week, we would only be sharing heartwarming tributes in honor of Robin Williams (like that picture of the Genie hugging Aladdin that keeps making me reach for the Kleenex). It should be a classified felony to throw beyond-the-grave shade at the man who gave us Mrs. Doubtfire.
Unfortunately, there are some assholes out there who clearly want a first-class ticket to Hell, because they started trolling Zelda’s social media accounts and posting rude awful shit about her father’s death, like a fake picture of his dead body. Stay classy, humanity. Even Satan is like “Are you serious??” After tweeting then deleting a message about how upset she was to receive something so awful, Zelda posted the following message on Twitter late last night (via UsWeekly, Mirror UK) announcing that she was quitting this bitch:
Well, tonight the angels up in heaven are going to get a live performance of Key Largo starring Humphrey Bogart and Lauren Bacall. Because TMZ says that Lauren Bacall (born name: Betty Joan Perske) has followed Robin Williams up to heaven. The world is a duller place every time a piece of the Golden Age of Hollywood dies.
A family member tells TMZ that Lauren had a major stroke at her home this morning. She was 89.
Wikipedia says that Lauren started out as a model and she didn’t even try to get into Hollywood. Hollywood came to her. When the wife of director Howard Hawks saw her in Vogue, she showed the picture to her husband. Howard brought Lauren to Hollywood and immediately signed her to a 7-picture deal. Lauren’s first movie ever was To Have And Have Not which started her legendary relationship with Humphrey Bogart. Bogey and Bacall got together during filming even though his ass was married. Lauren went on to make Key Largo, The Big Sleep and Dark Passage with him. In the 50s, she starred in one of my favorite movies ever, the gold digging tutorial and inspirational masterpiece How To Marry A Millionaire.
Throughout her 70 year career, Lauren was in Harper, Murder on the Orient Express, Misery, Pret-A-Porter, The Mirror Has Two Faces, Dogville and a bunch of other movies I’m sure I’m missing but you’ll remind me by screaming, “Don’t forget Diamonds, bitch!” On Broadway, Lauren starred in Applause and Woman of the Year. She won Tonys for both.
She was married to Humphrey Bogart until his death in 1957. They had two kids together. She married Jason Robards in 1961 and divorced him 8 years later. They had one kid together.
Rest in peace, Lauren Bacall. Nobody knew how to emote glamour while throwing a side-eye and giving angles like you did.
Speaking of glamour, here’s Lauren in 1987 delivering massive amounts of glamour while hosting a Best Costume Design fashion show extravaganza at the Oscars. This is back when the Oscars was actually glamorous and entertaining.
Lt. Keith Boyd, the assistant chief deputy coroner for Marin County, CA held a press conference today where he said what Robin Williams died of and what they found at the scene. If you haven’t seen the press conference or read about it already, grab a cat to hug. Actually, don’t grab a cat. That bitch will hiss at you and scratch at your eyelid. Grab a puppy. If you don’t have a puppy around, you should get one immediately, because you should always have a puppy around for occasions just like this.
Lt. Boyd said that Robin’s assistant found him hanging in the bedroom of his home in Tiburon, CA on Monday morning. Robin’s wife Susan Schneider saw him the night before at around 10:30pm and when she left the house Monday morning to run errands, she thought he was still asleep in his room. After Susan left, his assistant went to his house and knocked on his bedroom door several times. When he didn’t answer, she broke down the door and found him. Lt. Boyd got detailed. He said that Robin was in a “slightly suspended in a seated position” and there was a belt around his neck. Police found some “acute superficial” cuts on his wrists. A pocket knife with dried blood on it was found near his body. They’re testing it to see if the blood on the knife was Robin’s.
Lt. Boyd wouldn’t say if Robin left a suicide note, but TMZ heard from a police source that there was no note. The autopsy on Robin’s body is done, but they won’t have the toxicology results for another 2 to 6 weeks.
Well, all of that is really fucking awful. And after that triple punch to the eyes, here’s a gentle furry kiss in the form of a video of Robin spending time with Koko the Gorilla. It might soothe sting a little.
Robin Williams’ Final Instagram Update And Other Things That’ll Make You Say, “Why Is It So Dusty In This Room?”
Good Morning, Vietnam (said with a sad face). Actually, I don’t think Vietnam or anybody got out of bed this morning, because what’s the point?
Shortly after Robin Williams reunited with Orson, the tributes filled Twitter and everywhere else, because who didn’t love Robin Williams? Robin Williams is like glitter, everyone loves glitter and everyone loves Robin Williams. (If you’re raising your hand to say that you don’t love glitter, please stay seated and lower your hand. Your opinion doesn’t count since you’re obviously empty inside.) I usually hate it when the media points out the last thing that a celebrity posted on Instagram before their death, but Robin William last post was a bittersweet one. Robin posted a vintage picture of him and his daughter Zelda Williams on her 25th birthday. Zelda tweeted a tribute to her dad last night. This morning, we all work in the middle of an onion cutting factory.
During a taping of Conan, the news of Robin’s death hit and Conan, who looked like he was on the verge of letting out all the tears, Andy Richter and his guest, Tan Dad, took a moment to say a few touching words:
President Obama released a statement and Sarah Michelle Gellar, who worked with Robin on The Crazy Ones, called him the father she “always dreamed of having.” And Robin’s Mrs. Doubtfire wife, Sally Field, said this:
“I feel stunned and so sad about Robin. I’m sad for the world of comedy. And so very sad for his family. And I’m sad for Robin. He always lit up when he was able to make people laugh, and he made them laugh his whole life long…. tirelessly. He was one of a kind. There will not be another. Please God, let him now rest in peace.”
M’Lynn always says it best.
There’s really no reason to smile anymore, because Robin Williams has died. Robin was 63. His body was found today at his home in Tiburon, CA and the police believe he committed suicide by asphyxiating himself to death. Robin recently spent time in rehab for a sober tune-up of sorts. The Marin County Sheriff’s Department released this statement:
On August 11, 2014, at approximately 11:55 a.m, Marin County Communications received a 9-1-1 telephone call reporting a male adult had been located unconscious and not breathing inside his residence in unincorporated Tiburon, CA. The Sheriff’s Office, as well as the Tiburon Fire Department and Southern Marin Fire Protection District were dispatched to the incident with emergency personnel arriving on scene at 12:00 pm. The male subject, pronounced deceased at 12:02 pm has been identified as Robin McLaurin Williams, a 63-year-old resident of unincorporated Tiburon, CA.
An investigation into the cause, manner, and circumstances of the death is currently underway by the Investigations and Coroner Division s of the Sheriff’s Office. Preliminary information developed during the investigation indicates Mr. Williams was last seen alive at his residence, where he resides with his wife, at approximately 10:00 pm on August 10, 2014. Mr. Williams was located this morning shortly before the 9-1-1 call was placed to Marin County Communications. At this time, the Sheriff’s Office Coroner Division suspects the death to be a suicide due to asphyxia, but a comprehensive investigation must be completed before a final determination is made. A forensic examination is currently scheduled for August 12, 2014 with subsequent toxicology testing to be conducted.
Robin’s wife of 3 years Susan Schneider confirmed his death in a statement to The Hollywood Reporter:
“This morning, I lost my husband and my best friend, while the world lost one of its most beloved artists and beautiful human beings. I am utterly heartbroken. On behalf of Robin’s family, we are asking for privacy during our time of profound grief. As he is remembered, it is our hope the focus will not be on Robin’s death, but on the countless moments of joy and laughter he gave to millions.”
Well, this one felt like a kick straight to the soft part of my soul and I didn’t even know I had a soul. When I first saw this on Twitter, I thought it was a hoax and figured Robin would shoot it down by tweeting a picture of him holding an iPad with today’s date on it. (I was going to say newspaper, but who read that shit?) I don’t even know what to say. The world is a less funny and fun place without Mork, Mrs. Doubtfire, Rainbow Randolph, the Genie, Popeye, T.S. Garp, John Keating, Peter Pan, Patch Adams and Armand Goldman in it.
Rest in peace, Robin, you furry angel.