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The Statler Brothers

A VOICE FROM HEAVEN — HAROLD REID’S UNFINISHED SONG COMPLETED BY HIS SON In an impossible miracle that defies time and death, Harold Reid’s son Will stepped into the legacy, joining the remaining Statler Brothers to finish the song his father left behind—bringing Harold’s deep bass back through blood and harmony.

The Carpenters

A VOICE THAT FADED INTO SILENCE — The Day Perfect Harmony Broke the World’s Heart

The Statler Brothers

AN UNEXPECTED FAREWELL — No one anticipated such a gesture from the world of country harmonies. In the quiet chapel where family and friends gathered to honor Catherine O’Hara, the beloved actress who had brought laughter to millions through “Home Alone” and “Schitt’s Creek,” a soft hush fell as Jimmy Fortune—once the golden tenor of the Statler Brothers—stepped forward unannounced. No grand announcement. No spotlight. Just his familiar voice, steady yet laced with emotion, and a simple acoustic guitar. He had come to pay respects, drawn by the warmth she had shared across screens and stages, and now he offered a gentle rendition of one of the Statlers’ timeless classics. The mourners, many still processing her sudden passing at 71 after a brief illness, sat in stunned silence as the melody unfolded—a tribute to her joy, her quirky spirit, her unforgettable presence. There were no applause, only tears and quiet nods of gratitude as the last note lingered. It wasn’t a show. It was goodbye.

The Monkees

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.