I remember with great fondness the episode of M*A*S*H* where Colonel Potter made the whole camp watch "My Darling Clementine". the film keeps breaking so in between bits, they do jokes & the like & eventually bring in the piano for Father Mulcahy to play for a sing a long. And pass around his floppy hat & do impressions of him.
He was, by all accounts, a terrifically nice man. An activist for autism on behalf of his own son & other
84 is good years but cancer can still kiss my arse. He deserved better.
For those of us of a certain age, one last tough goodbye for the year.
Thanks, sir.
William Christopher obit
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