AN UNEXPECTED FAREWELL — No one saw it coming. In the hushed chapel where Hollywood gathered to honor Catherine O’Hara, the beloved comic genius who had passed at 71 after a brief illness, Micky Dolenz quietly took his place among the mourners. The last surviving Monkee, guitar in hand, stepped forward without announcement or spotlight. No fanfare, just the soft strum of familiar chords. Then came a gentle, heartfelt rendition of “Daydream Believer,” the Monkees classic she had once playfully referenced in interviews as a favorite escape from the chaos of comedy sets. The room stilled—friends from Schitt’s Creek, Home Alone co-stars, SCTV alumni—all frozen as memories of her wild laughter and impeccable timing washed over them. Dolenz sang not for show, but for the joy she brought the world, for the roles that made millions smile, for the woman who turned absurdity into art. When the last note lingered and faded into silence, tears replaced applause. It wasn’t a performance. It was goodbye.
phil AN UNANNOUNCED SONG, A SILENT ROOM — The Farewell No One Was Prepared To Witness No one in the chapel expected what…