I’m sure everyone’s heard by now that actor and comedian Bob Saget was found dead in his hotel room this past Sunday in Jacksonville, Florida. They found him in his room, lying on the bed, apparently dead for some time, when he failed to check out on time. News reports say that there was no evidence of foul play or drug use, but that a coroner’s report probably won’t be available for up to 12 weeks. Not that it’s anybody’s business besides his wife’s and daughters’…
I admit, Mary and I used to watch Full House on a fairly regular basis even though we’re not preteen girls nor were we ever parents of preteen girls. We watched America’s Funniest Home Videos nearly every Sunday when he was the host, at least until it became apparent that many of the entries were staged. After that, he dropped off the radar, as far as we were concerned. I know he was in a documentary called The Aristocrats (which no, I haven’t seen) and he had an off-camera role on the series How I Met Your Mother (which we never watched), but that was about it. He was making his way back into stand-up comedy after a hiatus, and was in the middle of a tour that he was really enjoying. He posted to Instagram early this past Sunday, hours before he died, saying "I had no idea I did a two hour set tonight. I’m back in comedy like I was when I was 26."
In terms of recent celebrity deaths, Betty White’s recent passing is more significant to me, because I had seen her on TV since I was a youngster (I remember when she and Allen Ludden got married when he was hosting Password in the early ’60’s) and The Golden Girls helped me through my stroke recovery, but she was almost 100 and, at that age, you almost expect it. Bob was 65, like I am (our birthdays are less than two months apart), and unlike me, he’s taken care of himself.
So, that’s the news story I’ve been thinking about.