It's getting to be real depressing reading the obituaries these days. Ed Macmahon, Farrah Fawcett, Michael Jackson, Gale Storm and now Karl Malden. The even sadder thing is that I feel like Edina Monsoon in Absolutely Fabulous when her father died; it's not about them, it's about me and how I feel. It's just too many people happening too fast and making me think about my own mortality just a bit more often than I would like.
I guess this time, he's going to leave home without it.
He gave some wonderful performances in A Streetcar Named Desire, On the Waterfront and Patton.