RIP, CNR

I've given myself too long a sabbatical, and it's not fair that I had to be shocked - shocked into returning by a death.

Yes, I speak of the death of Charles Nelson Reilly, Broadway baby and '70s game show staple.

I can't tell you how many times I've drunkenly played along with "Match Game," trying to keep up with the panelists drink for drink. I can't tell you how many times I've thought about his glasses - the way the reflected the studio lights almost made it feel as if you were looking into the eyes of God. I've thought about his cardigans. His voice. His openly closeted sexuality.

You will live forever in the reruns in my heart, blessed queen.