I found out today that Sir Harry Secombe died a few days ago of prostate cancer. We are running out of Goons. No more Seagoon.
Goon but not forgotten. Farewell Sir Harry. 
What, what, what, what,what!!!
Dear old Neddie has finally gone.
Don’t forget he had other talents too, tremendous singe, he could have made a reputation in classical music but I guess he left the world with more than he found it.
Goodbye Sir Harry
Neddie Seagoon R.I.P.?! A tear…
Duck’s disease–the Curse of the Seagoons finally caught up, I guess. Sellers, Bentine, now Secombe. Only poor old Spike left–do any British dopers know how he’s doing?
He will be missed. But anyone with a slightly warped sense of humor is glad he and his fellow goons stopped by.
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Gone to Ned’s Atomic Dustbin in the sky. RIP and thanks for all the laughs.
Farewell Mr. Bumble.
“Mind if we take a gander round the shop?”
“Certainly, as long as it’s house-trained…”
He was a funny man.
Can I put it this way… if he’s not in your Deathpool 2001, you definitely want him in for 2002. Love ya, Spike!
Cheers Harry, thanks for all the laughs – I hope all those appearances on ‘Songs of Praise’ paid off.
Well. Ing tong tiddle-eye POO!
Some time last year, when Sir H was in hospital receiving treatment, Spike apparently sent a card in which he’d written Hope you die before me, because I don’t want you singing at my funeral.
Cracked me up (and Harry too, reportedly).
Typical Milliganism.