It's a sad day indeed. RIP Maxwell.
With the recent deaths of two of an era's comedic icons,it seems that a door is closing on a golden age of sitcoms. Or do we always look back with rose-colored glasses and therefore our memories are always tainted/tinted?
Here's my tribute to Max.Henry’s Phoned-In Elegy For Don AdamsKAOS is up to it again,the Evil Empire, the blood-sucking vampire,it just came over the wire.Agent 99 had too much winein her mommy-long-legs,all the way up her pegs,swimming up to the eggs,would you believe that?But, just then Maxwell Smartwent splat as he jumpedfrom the building in spatsand his shoe-phonewent this way and that,what did you call ‘em back then?Smell phones, of course!
Thanks for the tribute!
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