Tom Poston is dead.
Shed not a tear, however, as he lived a long life and got to sleep with one of my childhood crushes, Suzanne Pleshette.
Emily Hartley was everything I wanted in a woman: wit, intelligence, pantsuits...
Of course, she was no Leather Tuscadero.
Oh right, Tom Poston. Uh, may the road rise to meet you, blah blah blah.