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No es-cap-ing Death for He.
RIP, Froderick.
I’ve missed him a lot in recent years. For such a gentle, funny man, he sure was handed a lot of pain in his life. Gilda’s waiting for him, though.
Hope he and Gilda (don’t) live happily ever after.
So true.
I can’t think of anything I’ve seen him in that I haven’t loved.
Very sad. I really enjoyed his work. The Frisco Kid is still one of my favorites.
“Are you telling me that I put an “Ab Normal” brain. Into a 7 foot tall. 300 pound. GORILLA???”
He’s reunited now with his first, truest love…Fluffy the Sheep.
RIP.
One of my favorites was The Adventure of Sherlock Holmes’ Smarter Brother.
Orville: Are you Mister S., for Sigerson, Holmes?
Sigerson Holmes: Perhaps.
Orville: Do you have a brother whose first name is Sherlock?
Sigerson Holmes: I do not.
Orville: You do have a brother?
Sigerson Holmes: I do.
Orville: Might I inquire as to his first name?
Sigerson Holmes: “Sheer luck.”
Any Gen Xers remember The Adventures of Letterman on the original Electric Company? The man who was ‘Faster than a rolling O’ was Gene Wilder. Bonus: The narrator was Joan Rivers.
This thread is causing me to realize I’ve missed some movies, and I’ll need to make up for that.
In the meanwhile, I’ve got “Puttin’ On The Ritz” stuck in my head.
RIP. 
Wilder had so many great works. I loved Silver Streak and Blazing Saddles.
In Silver Streak:
In Blazing Saddles:
R.I.P., Gene, and thank you for the pleasure and entertainment you gave to us.
I’m not surprised. I think for a few years now I’ve been more surprised to hear him spoken about as someone still alive.
See if “The Kangaroo Hop” unsticks that for you. 
Oh, I should make a reference or something. I remember when he had a TV sitcom quite some years ago, and he was already looking a bit old for the part he was playing. It was all right, though.
And he was the Fox in a musical version of The Little Prince. That was OK, but I think it’s hard to make a theatrical adaptation resonate half as much as the illustrated book.
Actually, the obscure Gene Wilder movie I love and haven’t seen since seeing it theatrically was “Quackser Fortune Has a Cousin in the Bronx” - he’s the title character, a guy in an Irish city who picks up horseshit and sells it to people with window boxes, and just happens to service all of the women on his route as well. It’s all about how he’s going to America to live with his cousin… until.
Not sure if it’s available anywhere. I know I’ve looked in past eras and not found it.
Apparently the big disagreement between him and Mel Brooks was whether to keep the Puttin’ On The Ritz scene; Brooks is a legend, but Wilder was right.
I’m a macaroni! (Silver Streak)
RIP
Brooks was wise enough to realize its brilliance once it was filmed, though. I definitely think it was a bad idea in principle, but there was no way to know how hilarious Peter Boyle would make the whole thing, along with Gene Wilder.
It’s a little miracle scene that came out way better than anything in a script could indicate.
RIP, Gene. You were loved.
Who’d have thought he would outlive Mel Brooks? Rest in peace, Gene, and thanks for so many laughs.
No, it was… Daisy.
:: wistful sigh ::
Daisy.