Dear John,
This is an open letter to you thanking you for all the laughs when I was growing up. Threes Company made me laugh everytime I tuned in back in the 70’s. The episodes with Don Knots were perfect! Susan Sommers, ditsey sidekick always made me laugh. But it was your humor, and blatant disregard for order that made me laugh the most! You will be missed John…Thank you for all those knee slapping, witty, combacks you are so famed for! Rest in Peace.
They can’t kill John Ritter! Didn’t they watch Buffy? He’ll be back!
The world of comedy has lost one of its greatest figures. 
When my mother was dying of cancer, she fell in love with “Three’s Company.” Nothing is better than bringing laughter to one in pain.
I remember a skit from Three’s Company where John’s character Jack Tripper notices that people’s obits are listed in alphabetical order. “Maybe I should change my last name to one beginning with Z.” Joyce DeWitt: “What would it be? Jack Zipper?”
I have no idea what faith John Ritter had but I like to think of St. Peter singing: “Come on knock on our door- we’ve been waiting for you…” He was a classy person and an underrated physical comic. We’ll miss him.
It’s unfortunate. I will always remember him in ‘IT’.
LOL HAHAHAHA!!! BobLibDem - Now thats funny! St.Peter singing to Ritter on his way in…hahahahaha!!!
Wow. Can the condition he had be diagnosed? Do most people who die from it just not know thay have it untill it’s too late?
Damn, this is a tough one. I figured John Ritter would be around for awhile longer than this.
One show of his that I really liked that has been totally forgotten: “Hooperman” He was a great comedian, but I think he was totally underrated as a dramatic actor.
We’ll miss you, John
I heard a doctor on ABC News at the top of the hour. He said the condition can be diagnosed but it would take multiple MRIs over several months. Not something that’s usually done.
I liked one of his movies “Hero at Large”. He played a struggling actor doing appearance gigs as a fictional superhero.
Nice guy.
While everyone else was lamenting the fact that Johnny Cash had died (which, to be fair, WAS tragic), I’ve been extremely depressed about John Ritter.
When I first got started in comedy, I was doing improvisational stuff. I discovered that I had a flair for physical comedy, and so I modeled my improv abilities after Ritter. He was an actor that could do physical comedy. He could do intelligent comedy. He could…ACT.
He could be serious when he needed to be. Remember him in Sling Blade?
John Ritter, to me, exemplified exactly why I got into comedy in the first place. He was someone who believed in giving the audience what they wanted, even though it might be a little below his abilities.
To most people, he will be missed because he was a part of pop culture as Jack Tripper.
To me, he will be missed as someone who I wished I could have met. Just to be able to tell him that I appreciated his abilities. More than I think most people do.
Excuse me, guys…I’m going to go cry now.
In remembering John Ritter, I keep recalling my very favorite, number one bad movie of all time. It’s a film that, while not particularly good, is thoroughly enjoyable. I refer, of course, to Real Men.
Costarring James Belushi as, believe it or not, and nobody did, a superspy. It has some of the finest and most absurd comic moments of all time. Let me post my very favorite. John Ritter is Bob, and James Belushi is Nick.
Bob: I didn’t know you smoked.
Nick: Just after sex, Bob. I’m trying to give it up.
Bob: Well, at least you don’t smoke that much.
Nick: About a pack a day.
Bob: That’ll kill ya!
Nick: Bob, it won’t kill ya. But it will make you very sore.
About a month ago, I was facing up to some hard facts in my life. I couldn’t sleep. And a network I’d never watched before was showing this film. I saw it, beginning to end, never once thinking about any of my own problems, too wrapped up in the completely absurd plot and dialog to care, too overjoyed that this night of all nights, one of my rare all-time favorite light movies was on, unedited, to be able to be depressed.
He spent a lifetime making people laugh. That’s a life well lived.
He’ll be missed.