I'm not sure what it says about me as a person when my second thought after hearing that John Ritter had passed away was "Damn! You just know his death is going to be eclipsed by the whole Johnny Cash thing!"
I mean, I like Johnny Cash, but John was a part of my childhood. I can remember my dad, who barely understood a word of English back then, laughing hysterically at Three's Company. It's one of the few shows you can comprehend on mute, simply because most of it is physical humor.
And, truth-be-told, I still watch Three's Company on Nick at Nite, every night at 3am because I have no life, and when unemployed, immediately fall back into my night owl schedule.
Poor John.
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