We lost a good woman today ladies and gentleman. We lost a kind and decent, gentle flower of a sweet older woman. We lost one of my favorites. [tag]Estelle Getty died today[/tag] at the age of 81 from [tag]dementia[/tag] (that’s GOT to suck) and [tag]The Golden Girls[/tag] just got a little less golden. You no doubt remember the character of Sophia (or Ma as she was called by those other funny old birds), her whimsical and witty snap-backs at her daughter Dorothy (played by the beautiful Bea Arthur), her whore jokes referenced towards Blanche (Rue McClanahan…whom I would still get with) and her mindless expressions as she tried to figure out just what in the hell Rose (Betty White) was talking about. She was small in stature but larger than life in personality. She was a walking talking fire that one was. She was also Claire Prince Timkin in the Andrew McCarthy vehicle “Mannequin”. And, who could ever forget her character Tutti Bomowski in one of the best movies ever made, “Stop or My Mom Will Shoot”? Classic entertainment for the entire family I tell ya.

Sadly, though, all good things must come to an end. I think of Estelle leaving us this gloom Tuesday afternoon and it reminds me of what it must feel like when I have to leave you, my beloved [tag]client[/tag], because you can’t work correctly with me. Think of it like this, I’m Blanche Devereaux and you’re Sophia Petrillo. I’m settin you up for one-liners all day long and you’re just not takin ‘em to the hole. Why? I’m the straight guy; you’re supposed to be getting all the laughs. You’re supposed to be getting the best and the most attention, but you’re just not working properly with me. You’ve got to realize that we’re a team you and me. Here I am setting you up with all the [tag]great candidates[/tag] and you’re not getting back to me on them, forgetting about me, forgetting your life line. For shame [tag]advertising agency[/tag].

The reason The Golden Girls was such a great show (no I’m not kidding…I actually think it’s a funny show) is because all the characters are a perfect match, the finest blend of Columbian coffee if you will. They feed off of each other’s strengths. They all have roles to play. Well, so do you and me. I play the role of set up man and you play the role of [tag]hiring[/tag] the candidate…all the while keeping in perfect harmony with me regarding feedback, scheduling, interviewing…well just the whole picture. So let’s all try to be one big happy family. Don’t make me go all Estelle Getty on your ass! And you know what…thank you for being a friend.

By the way, how in the holy hell has Bea Arthur outlasted one of the other three Golden Girls? Isn’t she like 134 years-old by now? That wrinkled old neck skin just hangs there like rubber sacks, the skin oozing off the sides of her sunken in eyes. Here voice sounds like Harvey Firestein now and I’ll bet you a thousand dollars she smells like dentures and moth balls! Ick! Stop showing your creepy face on TV Maude! Sorry, had to get that out there. Toodles