Today we buried a great
comedienne, a greater friend, and an even greater humanitarian. They stood in
line at the door to Temple Emanu-El in New York City to be checked off a long
list of those who wished to pay their last respects to their friend and co-worker
in many cases.
They came from
Hollywood; from the theater; from the fashion world; from the world of
stand-ups and TV talk shows. The paparazzi were out in force. It was the way
Joan wanted it. She said, “I want an affair with lights, cameras, action and
Hollywood all the way.”
In her long career she
touched many lives and the people she encountered and became friends with were
all there, from the young to the old. Howard Stern gave the eulogy; reminisces
and tributes were given by Deborah Norville, close friend Margie Stern,
Columnist Cindy Adams and Joan’s daughter, Melissa.
The New York City Gay
Men’s Chorus sang Broadway hits and Audra McDonald sang “Smile.” Bagpipers from
the New York City Police Department played on the streets.
Everyone came to say
goodbye including Bernadette Peters, Tommy Tune, Clive Davis, designers Carolina
Herrera and Michael Kors; Barbara Walters, Geraldo Rivera, Diane Sawyer, Kathie
Lee, Hoda Kotb, Kathy Griffin, Andy Cohen, Paul Shaffer, Donald Trump and Steve
Forbes.
Joan was an example of
how any woman can pull herself up by her bootstraps and start over, reinvent
themselves. She reinvented herself several times in her career from stand-up
comedienne; to late night talk show host; to a QVC dynamo; to doing Red Carpet
commentary with her daughter, Melissa, to doing a show on fashion; and finally
back to her stage show again in Vegas. She was also on stage, in film and a TV
actress. She was never down for long and she was working full tilt at 81 till
the day she died in August.
She also found time in her busy
schedule to remember those who were less fortunate than she was. In lieu of
flowers her friends were asked to make donations to her favorite
charities—God’s Love, We Deliver, (which she was very much involved in--even delivering
food at times); Guide Dogs for the Blind; or Our House.
Joan’s biggest fear was to own a blank
appointment calendar. All the pages will be blank now-- except in heaven--which
she probably entered laughing. Rest in Peace, dear Joan.
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