“I agree with Win—heck, everybody worth a hill of beans passed on this year, and it ain’t even November yet. Think about it. No more Rita Hayworth, no Lee Marvin, no Sammy Kaye—”
“Did he take ‘Swing and Sway’ with him, like Lombardo took New Year’s—”
“Shuddup, Nemmitz, you old cynic—”
“—and John Houston, and Liberace—”
“Always said the man was a—”
“Nemmitz, put a lid on it!”
“And don’t forget about Lorne Greene and Dan Rowan. Why me and Millie used to watch that Laugh-In every week.”
“You also watch Hee-Haw, Lenny.”
“Butt out, Winston. You’re as bad as that buddy of yours, and Bob Preston, and Jackie Gleason, and Danny Kaye, and—”
“Pola Negri died, too,” Winston interjected, sipping on his Leinenkugel’s. Wayne Mesabi stopped pointing his chip at everyone and asked, “Who?”
“Somebo
