Instead of peace, she told him to rest in blank.

Yes, I'm a little bit late, but one recent passing still can't pass unmentioned. If this blog had a spiritual adviser, and Kurt Vonnegut didn't want the job, Charles Nelson Reilly would be a good second choice. He said a lot of dirty things, on The Match Game, that probably should have been censored but weren't, and wore uniformly awesome glasses as well.

Because the Game Show Network is responsible for my familiarity with the man, I didn't realize until just now (thanks, Wikipedia) that he won a Tony Award in 1962, for How to Succeed in Business Without Really Trying. Which is much more of a career highlight, presumably, than the drunken makeout sessions he must have had with Brett Somers on a fairly regular basis.