He was part of a vanishing era of actors who saw performance not as celebrity, but as service — a bridge between lives and emotions. Even at 95, he carried the same passion that had driven him from his Florida roots to Hollywood’s bright lights. His passing marks not just the end of a remarkable career, but the quiet departure of a man who made television and film a little more human with every role he touched.
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