Jim's Friend Rodney Dangerfield Dies

[jimliker]

ur welcome Canadian Jayne.

[jimliker]

Dying comic left laughing


Three tales of the crypt: As Rodney Dangerfield lay in a coma, close to death, some top comedians came to his bedside and told him jokes, his widow says. An emotional Joan Dangerfield tells TV’s "Inside Edition" that she invited Jim Carreyand "Tonight Show" host Jay Leno for some last laughs.

"Everybody tried so hard. I heard material like you wouldn’t believe — great material and great love," she says in her first interview since her husband’s death in October. She also reveals Rodney used to sing love songs for her and that she’s releasing a CD of his singing, to be called "Romeo Rodney." "One of the last songs he sang was, 'Be careful, it's my heart,'." she says. "When I think about it now, you know, a great night."

Meanwhile in Harlem, the late actor Ossie Davis was eulogized the other day as an inspiration for the artistic and civil rights communities. Director Spike Lee showed a short film highlighting Davis' decades-long career and said, "They gave me the courage to take stands that might be unpopular."

Other mourners: Malcolm X’s daughter Ilyasah Shabazz, actors Denzel Washington and Wesley Snipes and the Rev. Al Sharpton.

Finally, late-night legend Johnny Carson's last hours were spent in a hospital, not at his Malibu home as reported. Carson, who died Jan. 23 at age 79, was at Los Angeles’s Cedars-Sinai Medical Center. The retired "Tonight" host was cremated and his ashes turned over to his wife, Alexis.

link:

http://www.freep.com/entertainment/name ... 050211.htm

[quirky]

I was looking for this touching poem that I recall, the gist of which was "if you can only remember me through tears, don't remember me at all."

But I like this one, too. By Anonymous (a very prolific poet)


Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there, I do not sleep
I am a 1,000 winds that blow
I am the diamond glints on snow
I am the sun on ripened grain
I am the gentle autumn rain
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled light
I am the soft star that shines at night
Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there; I did not die.

[Canadian Jayne]

Thanks QUIRKY
That was really nice.
A wonderful poem.
Thanks again.