“Farrah, Farrah, no time is a good time for goodbye”
(Special thanks to Jefferson Starship)
Farrah Fawcett Dies
Los Angeles -- Charlie's Angels. End of an era. Farrah Fawcett has died today, at the age of 62 after a long and courageous battle with anal cancer. Bummer. I mean that.
Not only was the beautiful and spirited actress a genuinely nice person, but Farrah was hands down the prettiest angel.
Farrah defined the Angel's triad, and the other two (who honestly, weren't exactly chopped liver) paled in comparison to her like step-sisters folding laundry in the basement.
While the Angel's set featured Jaclyn Smith, who had an efficient demeanor of a prudish school marm on the prowl for a hot date and the other one, Kate Jackson, more like a high-rolling Blackjack dealer dressed up like the neighborhood cat burgler, the always radiant Farrah moved and spoke with grace and an eternally youthful, confident charm. She was the rare actress who didn't have a bad side. And that hair...
As an actress, she was always reaching for the next level to defy stereotype as she proved her dramatic chops in such highly acclaimed, demanding roles in The Burning Bed and Extremites. Her kind and gentle nature was no match for her toughness. This Huffington Post commenter "Oregondaisy" sums up below how Farrah was an extraordinarily considerate star and had balls of steel:
Sadly, she was in so much pain from the cancer, that her death was almost a blessing.
It was a love story up to the bittersweet end. Prayers and our best to Ryan O'Neal, who announced he would marry the love of his life shortly before her passing (see this DLISTED report) and to her son, Redmond and her family over the loss of Farrah, who was taken from them and this world much too soon.