Harry Morgan - Death

Death

Morgan died peacefully in his sleep at 3:00 a.m. in Los Angeles, California, on December 7, 2011, at the age of 96. His son, Charles, said he recently had been treated for pneumonia. His body was cremated and his ashes were given to his family. Prior to his death, Mike Farrell, who played B.J. Hunnicutt opposite Morgan in the series released a statement: "He was a wonderful man, a fabulous actor and a dear and close friend since the first day we worked together. As Alan said, ‘He did not have an unadorable bone in his body." Farrell went on to say, "He was a treasure as a person, an imp at times, and always a true professional. He had worked with the greats and never saw himself as one of them. But he was,” Farrell said. "He was the rock everyone depended on and yet he could cut up like a kid when the situation warranted it," he continues, "He was the apotheosis, the finest example of what people call a ‘character actor.’ What he brought to the work made everyone better. He made those who are thought of as ‘stars’ shine even more brightly." The last thing that Farrell said, "The love and admiration we all felt for him were returned tenfold in many, many ways. And the greatest and,most selfless tribute to the experience we enjoyed was paid by Harry at the press conference when our show ended. He remarked that someone had asked him if working on M*A*S*H had made him a better actor. He responded by saying, "I don’t know about that, but it made me a better human being. It’s hard to imagine a better one."

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