 Dear Friends & Fans,
Comedian Buddy Hackett passed away Monday June 30, 2003. The outpouring of love, warmth and support has been overwhelming. So many have reached out to share their thoughts, feelings and personal experiences of how my father touched their life in some way. Your kind words and thoughts have brought great comfort to my family and me. Memorial Services were held July 3, 2003. These are the words I spoke. The text in italics I spoke in his voice.
Thank you all, so much.
With Heartfelt Gratitude,
Sandy Hackett
My phone rang the other day…the way it's rung a thousand times before. I said, “Hello” and the voice on the other end said…
"This guy goes into a library and the librarian says may I help you. The guy says do you have any books on suicide. She says yeah they are in the back under S. So he goes to the back of the library and comes back to the librarian and says there's nothing there. The librarian says I guess nobody brings em back."
Dear Dad,
The time you've prepared me for my whole life is finally here. The time when you wouldn't be here and I would be on my own. I've gotta tell you, the place is packed! You're still a draw. I wish you were here to see it. Everybody's here, and anybody who's not, is probably there with you.
My phone rang the other day…the way it had rung a thousand times before. I said, “Hello” and the voice on the other end said…
"This guy called me today to ask what I would attribute the success of my marriage to your mother for over 40 years. I said, simple, I just don't go into her side of the house!"
Dear Dad,
I know between you and me everything has already been said, but I thought for those who showed up today I'd say it so they knew.
First, thanks for being a terrific father and friend, my teacher, my mentor, my inspiration, my guide, my own personal encyclopedia and resource center… my best friend. Thanks for saving me from hundreds, maybe even thousands of mistakes. Thanks for saving me from myself.
My phone rang the other day…the way it had rung thousands of times before. I said, “Hello” and the voice on the other end said…
"This guy goes into a pharmacy and asks for a vial of cyanide. The pharmacist says what do you need it for. He says, "I want to kill my wife." The pharmacist says, "Sorry Sir, but you will have to understand under such circumstances I can't sell you any cyanide." The guy reaches into his wallet and produces a photo of his wife. The pharmacist says, “I didn't realize you had a prescription."
Dear Dad,
Thanks for always being there for me when I needed you and even when I didn't. Thanks for teaching me right from wrong, truth from lies, and fact from fiction.
My phone rang the other day…the way it had rung a thousand times before. I said, “Hello” and the voice on the other end said…
"A journalist interviews a man who has been praying at the Wailing Wall for over twenty years. The man says I pray morning, noon and night. In the morning I pray for world
peace, midday I pray for the end of disease and hunger and at night I pray specifically for peace between the Palestinians and Israelis. The journalist says, "Wow! That is so noble.
What is it like for you to pray morning, noon and night for so many years?" The man
says, “Tell you the truth, it's like talking to a fucking wall!"
Dear Dad,
Thanks for a terrific mother and two wonderful sisters. Thanks for sharing not only
yourself; but also so many wonderful people in your life with me. Thanks for always making me feel that Mom, Ivy, Lisa, and me were always the most important things in your life.
My phone rang the other day…the way it had rung a thousand times before. I said, “Hello” and the voice on the other end said…
"They're roasting Larry Flynt, the publisher of Hustler Magazine… here's what I got so far.
I have been friends with Larry a long time. Years ago, I posed naked for his magazine and he put a staple thru my prick. The worst part, he only needed one staple! I am now at the point where I don't know if I want to end my friendship with Larry or get rid of my dick… anyway I pulled the staple out of my dick, now I pee better but my ass fell off on the floor.
What can we say about a man who is totally obsessed with the female body- only thinks about naked women, legs spread apart and clitoris firm and erect? Well enough about me… let's talk about Larry…the man who supplies me with all those pictures. But how can I knock a man who lost his virginity to Bela Abzug. He had four dates with her before he could talk her into giving him a blow job… and in the middle she sneezed… and that's what put him in the wheel chair. Well, we all have our own medical problems."
The phone rang yesterday a thousand times with a thousand callers expressing their love and adoration for you.
Dad, thanks for giving me a sense of self. Thanks for guiding me to become the person I
am today. Thanks for a life of love and a lifetime of laughter… I love you… and I miss you.
The phone rang last night while I was sleeping and I answered it like I had a thousand
times before. I said, “Hello” and the voice said, “I just called to tell you I'm okay"…
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Buddy Hackett
(1924 – 2003)
You will always be part of our world. |
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