About her close friend and Curb Your Enthusiasm star Richard Lewis, who passed away on Tuesday at the age of 76 after a heart attack, Jamie Lee Curtis shared some very heartbreaking remarks.
The comedian and the 65-year-old actress, who portrayed the witch in Halloween, costarred in the sitcom Anything But Love for four seasons between 1989 and 1992.
After learning the tragic news of the actor’s passing on Wednesday, she shared a post on her personal Instagram profile. The first person to break the news was Bette Midler.
Curtis hailed the late singer in a lengthy statement for being “the reason I am sober” after sharing a number of vintage photos of the two of them.
Jamie battled an opiate addiction before celebrating 25 years sober this month.
“I recently found out about the passing of my friend Richard Lewis.” I can still clearly picture myself standing on Sunset Boulevard, staring at a poster advertising a stand-up special featuring him. I urged the casting staff to bring him in to try out for the role of Marty Gold, my best friend and potential boyfriend, during the ABC pilot Anything But Love casting process.
“I felt he had a good look.” It isn’t something a strong woman can really accomplish for herself, but someone made me giggle. He mispronounced the word “bundt cake,” but he still played the part, which made me laugh aloud.
Jamie remarked, “He blew everyone else away.” They added in their response that “the chemistry with Richard was so great,” even if they decided not to pick up the pilot for the love triangle show. Might we rework the initial pilot? We ultimately produced the show for two years in this manner.
He performed stand-up comedy as well, but he detested doing stand-up in front of actual audiences. I, however, thought it was fantastic.
In close-up, he would conceal his markings on door frames, objects, and even my face. He also carried a clipboard with his lines scribbled on it at all times. It turns out that he was a really good part actor. It’s hilarious and profound.
“We grieved together over the deaths of our friend and producer John Ritter as well as our friend and co-star Richard Frank,” she remarked.
“Richard expressed his desire for me to obtain another boxed set of show episodes from ABC/Disney in his most recent text message to me,” the actress said to her followers.
“He is also the reason I am sober,” Jamie continued. He was helpful to me. I shall always be appreciative of his kindness.
“He found love with Joyce, and that, of course, along with being sober, was what mattered most to him,” she stated when they discussed his wife Joyce Lapinsky. Writing this brings tears to my eyes.
It’s an odd way to express gratitude to a kind and humorous man. Richard, I hope you laugh till you die. Hannah exclaimed, “My Marty, I love you!” at the conclusion.
Jamie expressed her sadness over the passing of her longtime friend and former co-star in a second post.
She also included a line or two from the Anything But Love theme tune and another old photo of herself with Lewis.
“The great singer-songwriter JD Souther wrote this beautiful theme song for the third and final season of the TV show ANYTHING BUT LOVE, which aired on ABC for a few years,” Curtis said.
Look it up on YouTube and give it a listen. If not, I’ve recorded it for you right here. I’m presenting these to my buddy Richard Lewis today.
She revealed lyrics that read, “We would still be searching for the next big thing and trying not to fall… If we had never met/And the world got on without us/Just as if we were never that at all.”
“Hearts that beat like thunder and anything but love will do”Everything but love would be sufficient for everyone but you.
Celebrities and users of social media, including Larry David, who co-stars on Curb Your Enthusiasm, paid respect to the late Richard Lewis.
He told HBO, “He’s been like a brother to me for most of my life.” “In the same hospital, Richard and I were born three days apart.”
It doesn’t happen very frequently, but he was the sweetest and funniest guy at the same time. “But today he made me cry, and I’ll never forgive him for that,” the comic said in an interview with Variety.
Working alongside Lewis on the popular show, Cheryl Hines stated, “I had the biggest crush on Richard Lewis when I was young.”
“No one was cuter or more attractive on stage than him.” Then, a dream come true, I got to work with him on Curb Your Enthusiasm.
“I became more knowledgeable about Richard and his gifts as time went on.” He was humorous, which is why I fell in love with him, but he was also one of the kindest individuals I’ve ever met.
Cheryl stated, “He would take the time to tell the people he loved how much they meant to him, especially in the last few years.” In between takes on Curb, he told me how much he loved me and how essential I was to him.
“To have Richard Lewis love you.” An actual present. I adore you, Richard. You will be missed. I adore you, Joyce, and Richard’s entire family. Richard, Lawrence, cherished you.But you already know that.
The Camera Revealed Our Expectant Birth Mother’s Plan to Destroy My Family – Her Lies Gave Me the Life I Always Dreamed Of
When Rachel spotted her husband kissing the woman they had trusted to bring their dream of parenthood to life, her world crumbled. But what began as a betrayal set her on an unexpected path, proving that the darkest moments can ultimately lead to something beautiful.
I was halfway through unloading groceries when my phone buzzed. It was a motion alert from our door camera. Frowning, I tapped the notification and waited for the video to load.
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It was Sean. He was on the porch, but he wasn’t alone.
“Jessica?” I whispered, frozen as I watched her step closer to him. Her hand rested on her swollen belly as her lips curved into a smile. Sean said something I couldn’t hear, and then she kissed him.
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I dropped the carton of eggs.
You see, Sean and I had been married for five years. We had built a beautiful life together, or at least, I thought we had. When we realized we couldn’t have children, I was heartbroken. Adoption became my lifeline, my way to the family I dreamed of.
At first, Sean wasn’t on board.
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“Adoption’s a big step,” he said one night, staring into his beer. “What if… I don’t know… What if it doesn’t feel the same?”
“It’ll be ours, Sean,” I said, gripping his hand. “We’ll love them like they’re our own. Please, just think about it.”
He eventually agreed, but not without hesitation. Still, I clung to hope.
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Months later, our adoption agency called.
“Congratulations!” the social worker chirped. “Jessica, a young expectant mother, has chosen you and Sean to adopt her baby. She loved your profile, said you seemed kind and stable.”
Stable. If only Jessica knew.
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I was ecstatic. I threw myself into preparations — decorating the nursery, reading parenting books, and doing everything I could to make Jessica feel supported.
“You’re paying for her rent now?” Sean asked one evening, his tone sharper than usual.
“She’s carrying our baby,” I said. “The least we can do is make her comfortable.”
Sean nodded, but something in his expression unsettled me.
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At first, everything seemed fine. Jessica was polite but distant. I assumed she just needed space. Sean, however, was overly attentive.
“She needs someone to drive her to the doctor,” he said one Saturday morning, grabbing his keys. “I’ll take care of it.”
“I could go,” I offered.
“No, it’s fine. I’m already dressed.”
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I didn’t argue, though the pattern repeated itself. Late-night texts. Long phone calls. Sean also insisted on visiting Jessica alone.
One night, I finally said something.
“You’re spending a lot of time with her.”
“She’s carrying our baby, Rachel,” he snapped. “What do you expect me to do? Ignore her?”
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I bit my lip and looked away. Maybe he was just stressed. We both were.
The door camera footage proved I was wrong.
When Sean came home that evening, I was waiting in the living room.
“Rachel?” he said, surprised to see me sitting in the dark.
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“How long?” I asked, my voice trembling.
“What are you talking about?”
I held up my phone, showing him the video. “How long have you been sleeping with her?”
Sean’s face turned ghostly pale. “I… It’s not what it looks like.”
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“Don’t you dare lie to me!” I shouted, tears streaming down my face. “I saw her kiss you, Sean! How could you do this to me? To us?”
“It just happened,” he stammered. “I didn’t plan this, Rachel. It started before we knew she was pregnant. I didn’t want to hurt you.”
“Hurt me?” I laughed bitterly. “You’ve destroyed everything!”
“I’ll fix it,” he said desperately. “I swear, I’ll fix it.”
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Jessica’s voice echoed in my head. “She’s carrying our baby. I had to step up. It was the right thing to do.” Only now, I wasn’t so sure.
“Whose baby is it, Sean?”
He hesitated. “She says it’s mine. She chose our family because she recognized me among the families.”
My world crumbled.
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“Get out,” I whispered.
“Rachel—”
“Get out!”
Sean grabbed his coat and left. I sat alone in the silence, my mind racing. Jessica had chosen us to adopt her baby, but it wasn’t an act of kindness. It was revenge.
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The call came a month after Sean left. I hadn’t heard much from him, though I knew he was still with Jessica. The silence was both a relief and a burden.
“Rachel,” Sean’s voice came through the phone. It was unsteady. “I need to talk to you.”
I sat down, gripping the edge of the counter. “What do you want, Sean?”
“It’s about the baby. He looked nothing like me.” He hesitated, then exhaled heavily. “I had a paternity test done.”
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“And?”
“She lied,” he said, his voice breaking. “It’s not mine.”
For a moment, I didn’t respond. The words felt surreal.
“She made it all up?” I asked, my tone flat.
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“She thought I wouldn’t ask for a test,” Sean said. “But when the baby was born, I just… I didn’t see it. The timing didn’t make sense either.”
I closed my eyes, anger and vindication swirling together. “So what now?”
“I don’t know,” Sean admitted. “Jessica left. She took the baby, and I haven’t heard from her since. I — Rachel, I’m so sorry. I messed up.”
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I laughed bitterly. “Sorry doesn’t even begin to cover it, Sean. You didn’t just mess up. You betrayed me, destroyed our marriage, and let that woman humiliate me.”
“I want to come back,” he said softly. “I want to fix this.”
“No,” I said firmly. “There’s nothing to fix. Go figure out your life, Sean. I’m moving on with mine.”
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Two weeks later, I found myself at the hospital. I had avoided it since the adoption fell apart, but there were loose ends to tie up — final paperwork, the agency’s apologies, and too many painful reminders.
“Are you Rachel?” a gentle male voice asked as I stood near the reception desk.
I turned to see a tall man with kind eyes and a warm smile. He wore scrubs and carried a clipboard.
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“Yes,” I said cautiously.
“I’m Ethan,” he said, extending his hand. “I work in the lab here. I was supposed to meet you to review some of the test results.”
“Oh,” I said, shaking his hand. His grip was steady, calming. “Thank you.”
We walked to a small office. Ethan handed me some forms, explaining the process for closing the adoption file.
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“I’m sorry you’re going through this,” he said sincerely. “It’s not easy, losing something you hoped for.”
I nodded, surprised by the emotion rising in my chest. “Thank you.”
For a moment, he seemed hesitant, then said, “I… I went through something similar. My fiancée left me two years ago. We had a newborn daughter at the time.”
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I blinked. “She just left?”
“Vanished,” he said, his voice heavy. “I tried to find her, but she didn’t want to be found. After a while, I stopped looking. I figured she made her choice.”
“Wow,” I said softly. “I’m so sorry. That must’ve been awful.”
He nodded. “I heard rumors she’d passed away. I guess I’m a widower now. I didn’t know what to believe, so I focused on my daughter. She’s the best thing in my life now.”
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Something about his story tugged at me. “Do you have a picture of her? Your fiancée, I mean?”
Ethan hesitated, then pulled out his phone. He tapped a few times and handed it to me.
My stomach dropped. It was Jessica.
For a moment, I couldn’t breathe.
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“Rachel?” Ethan asked, concerned.
I handed the phone back, my hand trembling. “Ethan, I… I know her. Jessica. She’s the woman who was supposed to give us her baby.”
Ethan’s expression froze. “What?”
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“She manipulated my husband,” I said, my voice shaking. “She claimed the baby was his. It wasn’t true. She’s the reason my marriage ended.”
Ethan sat back, stunned. “So she’s alive?”
“Yes,” I said quietly. “And as awful as it sounds, I wish I didn’t know.”
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Ethan was silent for a long moment. Then he looked at me with a mix of sadness and determination. “Well, I guess now we both know the truth. What do we do with it?”
“I don’t know,” I admitted.
For the first time in a long while, I felt a strange, fragile sense of hope. Maybe, just maybe, this broken road would lead to something better.
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Ethan and I started meeting for coffee after work. At first, it was just two people sharing stories of heartbreak — his fiancée leaving him with a newborn and my husband shattering our marriage with lies.
Ethan shared how Jessica left him after he lost his place in med school. Devastated, he enrolled in a local college so he could at least work in a lab and rebuild his life. Somehow, in each other’s company, the weight of the past felt a little lighter.
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“It’s funny,” Ethan said one evening as we watched his daughter, Lila, toddle around the park. “I thought losing Jessica would break me forever. But Lila gave me a reason to keep going.”
“She’s lucky to have you,” I said softly. “You’re an amazing dad.”
“And you’re an amazing person for surviving everything you’ve been through,” he replied.
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We grew closer, bit by bit. I babysat Lila when Ethan had night shifts, and he helped me repaint the nursery I’d once prepared for another child. Slowly, the empty spaces in my life began to fill with laughter, warmth, and love.
A year later, Ethan proposed, and I said yes. I became Lila’s stepmother, and soon after, we welcomed our own baby girl. Watching Ethan hold our newborn, his face glowing with pride, I knew my life had come full circle.
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Ethan went back to school, determined to finish his medical degree. “You believed in me when I couldn’t believe in myself,” he told me. And when he graduated, I cheered louder than anyone.
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