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My brother and I hadn’t been in touch very often since my move to New York, probably like most siblings who find themselves living across the country from each other.
When I do cry, it’s occasionally out of frustration, but it’s most likely over something beautiful, like a spectacular sunset, or anything animal-related, or a profound act of kindness. Which is why what came next was one of the most bizarre and visceral experiences of my life. A few minutes into the funeral service, I didn’t just begin to cry—I began to keen, to wail uncontrollably at the top of my lungs,
Please marry me, Bill. I got the wedding bell blues.
Amy still hasn’t watched a single minute of a single episode of it.
WHAT!?!
I made such a fuss over that toy dog you would have thought it was real the way I petted it, scratched it under its chin, kissed it, cuddled it, basically did everything but take it home with me every night after the final curtain.
Our precious, priceless Ed Herrmann, who’d been the first to sign up for the reunion, had passed away from brain cancer six months earlier, on December 31, 2014.
Noooooo
Star actually called me to ask if I’d like to come to the Sloan Kettering Cancer Center in Manhattan to say goodbye to Ed. It was so thoughtful, and generous, and touching of her;
Awwwww
