Boy. We might need to start calling June the cruelest month. David Carradine died earlier this month, then Ed MacMahon, now Farrah Fawcett and Michael Jackson on the same day.

I was probably 6 or 7 when Charlie's Angels first came on the air. I even had the dolls. I always wanted to "be" Kelly when playing, 'cause everyone else always wanted to be Jill (Farrah Fawcett's character). Plus, I'm about the furthest thing from blonde you can find.

It's amazing to hear that she was 62. That's the age my mother would have been if she hadn't died of cancer at the age of 48. God Bless. I guess we just think that those people that we grew up idolizing aren't ever supposed to get sick or old or die. It makes me feel old. It makes me feel very, very sad.