Suddenly Susan - Death of David Strickland

Death of David Strickland

Cast member David Strickland committed suicide in a Las Vegas hotel room on March 22, 1999. Strickland's death was incorporated into the show's third season finale, which was turned into a tribute to his character, Todd Stites. In the episode, Todd is gone missing and Susan spends the episode desperately attempting to find him. As the episode progresses, Susan learns about a number of good deeds that Todd had done around his neighborhood that she never knew about. Interviews with the supporting cast also appear throughout the episode, with each character sharing their personal experiences they had with Todd before his disappearance. As the episode comes to an end, Todd's favorite song, "Praise You" by Fatboy Slim, plays outside in the street as Susan and her co-workers sit in a circle praying for Todd's well-being. At last, the phone in the middle of the room rings, but the camera cuts away before the news of Todd's fate can be revealed. The episode ends with a video footage of Strickland and its titles: "The Gods of comedy looked down upon you and smiled".

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