LOS ANGELES (AP) – Rodney Dangerfield, the bug-eyed comic whose self-deprecating one-liners brought him stardom in clubs, television and movies and made his lament “I don’t get no respect” a catchphrase, died Tuesday. He was 82.
Dangerfield, who fell into a coma after undergoing heart surgery, died at 1:20 p.m., said publicist Kevin Sasaki. Dangerfield had a heart valve replaced Aug. 25 at the University of California, Los Angeles, Medical Center.
Sasaki said in a statement that Dangerfield suffered a small stroke after the operation and developed infectious and abdominal complications. But in the past week he had emerged from the coma, the publicist said.
“When Rodney emerged, he kissed me, squeezed my hand and smiled for his doctors,” Dangerfield’s wife, Joan, said in the statement. The comic is also survived by two children from a previous marriage.
Time to fire up your copy of Caddyshack…
I met Rodney King when I was working a special security detail in New York. He was a real asshole. Sorry, he died, but unless he had some drastic work on his personality, he probably died an asshole.
Classy, Jim.
(Oh, and “Rodney King” is likely still alive, still avoiding the LAPD.)
I just wish I wasn’t still at work so I could have “Caddyshack” going right now.
It’s obvious your momma didn’t teach you manners Jim. If you don’t have anything nice to say about someone, keep your pie hole shut, especially about the dead who cannot defend themselves.
Tony and George, I have some nice words for both of you: Bite me.
May a GREAT American and a GREAT entertainer “Rest in Peace”. You will be forever missed Rodney as you made me laugh so many time. Thank You for all the laughter you gave us from the bottom of your heart!
Don’t worry Jim, when you fucking die, we will make a point of pissing on your grave. My son will knock over your grave stone, if in fact if your trailer trash family can afford one. Where is your Mama burried? The local landfill? Daddy floating in the septic tank? Hope when you die, your body is set on the road like roadkill for the trucks to run over and the vultures to eat. (They will probably die from food poisoning from your rotton personality). Grow up grasshopper before you get stepped on.
Some of Rodney’s jokes:
I told my wife the truth. I told her I was seeing a psychiatrist. Then she told me the truth: that she was seeing a psychiatrist, two plumbers, and a bartender.
My wife was afraid of the dark…then she saw me naked and now she’s afraid of the light.
My wife and I were happy for twenty years. Then we met.
I’m taking Viagra and drinking prune juice – I don’t know if I’m coming or going.
While Mr. Dangerfield’s passing is a sad event, I have to say that when I read the title of the post, I feared that Rodney Dill had left this mortal coil.
I have to shamefacedly admit that I felt some relief when I discovered it was a different Rodney.
And Jim, it’s a shame you haven’t learned anything about manners during your lifetime. And since you have problems distinguishing Rodney King from Rodney Dangerfield, there are other problems we could discuss.
Some more Dangerfield jokes:
* When I was born, I was so ugly that the doctor slapped my mother.
* My wife is a terrible cook. Just terrible. The flies all chipped in to fix the screen door.
* I remember the time I was kidnapped and they sent back a piece of my finger to my father. He said he wanted more proof.
RIP
A couple of other jokes:
I tell ya I get no respect from anyone. I bought a cemetery plot. The guy said, “There goes the neighborhood.”
My uncles’s dying wish, he wanted me on his lap. He was in the electric chair.
I come from a stupid family. During the Civil War my great uncle fought for the West.
I tell ya, my wife likes to talk during sex. Last night, she called me from a motel.
Hey, now… those 43 points are putting you close to prize contention…