And then there was Maude

The competitive death clapping at the Oscars this year was totally ruined for me by the absence of Bea Arthur. WTF?

Tonight, I'll be attending the monthly get-together of the coven, all of whom are aging rapidly. We are mostly all mothers of small boys, only one of whom is a Corgi, so what did you expect? Right. Facial crevasses and a martini habit.

We've decided to turn tonight into a celebration of the caftan. I'll be taking my mother-of-pearl cigarette holder.

Ah, irony. Where we would be without you.

God bless you, Bea.