Personal Life and Death
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Roberts married four times, first in 1951 to Vera Mowry — a professor of theater history at Washington State University and subsequently Hunter College as well as professor emerita of the Ph.D. Program in Theatre at City University of New York — with whom he had his only child (Jonathan Christopher "Chris" Roberts, b. October 1951). Pernell and his first wife later divorced. Chris Roberts, who lived variously in California and New York, attended Franconia College and died in a motorcycle accident in 1989 at age 38, sometimes reported as age 37.
Roberts married Judith Anna LeBrecque on October 15, 1962; they divorced in 1971. He subsequently married Kara Knack in 1972, divorcing in 1996.
At the time of his death — from pancreatic cancer on January 24, 2010 — Roberts was married to Dr. Eleanor Criswell.
Shortly after his death, his friend and former costar, Gregory Harrison, released a statement: "Pernell was a wonderful man, a good friend, and a big part of my life, especially when I was just beginning as an actor. He was a true inspiration to me, as he was to many actors over the years. I was so lucky to have shared the screen with him for nearly eight seasons, and am deeply saddened at his passing. Fortunately, he lives on in the memories of his fans, and in the hearts of the lucky people, like you and me, that he touched personally. I'll be forever grateful to him."
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