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Following is a comprehensive list of the celebrated figures we lost in 2025.

Each name is followed by the deceased figure's age at the time of death, birth and death dates, a description and a link to the original obit. See any typos? Give me a holler.

Here are 400+ of those we lost in 2024:

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I caught the (just barely) off-Broadway show Kowalski at its final performance Sunday. It is a very interesting and short play by Gregg Ostrin and directed by Colin Hanlon about the first time Tennessee Williams met Marlon Brando, who was ready to do just about ANYTHING to get cast in A Streetcar Named Desire, but who went about it by needling the flamboyant playwright over the course of an afternoon.

Starring Robin Lord Taylor as Williams and Brandon Flynn as Brando, the play cleverly explores how the two creatives butted heads while basically deciding to work together on one of the most important works in American theatre — and, eventually, film.

Flynn was spot-on as Brando, who resembled him at that age, a bit leaner and prettier than we're used to, but photos from the era back the casting up. He also did a fantastic approximation of Brando's jarringly sneering speaking voice, all the better to get under flowery Williams's skin.

Lord Taylor's Tennessee was a tour de force. I have no doubt he will miss getting to play this complicated man.

Keep an eye out for this show in the future and catch it if you can.

Bonkers experience: I used TDF and wound up with a VIP, 2nd-row seat, only to discover the 20something woman seated next to me felt the need to SING, actually SING, each time music was played. This was not Wicked. I'm talking about background music, “Dream a Little Dream.”

I muttered, “Shut up,” didn't even say it directly to her, and she snapped her head in my direction and seethed, “What did you say?!” So I matched her energy and mocked the head-turn, whispering, “I said to shut up. You don't sing in a play.”

“You're an idiot!” she said, loudly enough that the people around us were shushing her — keep in mind that the actors are 10 feet away.

Not the type that goes for jasmine perfume — Brando in '48, Flynn in '25 (Images by Carl Van Vechten & courtesy of the Duke on 42nd)

Then, “I'm gonna complain about you!” She gets up, leaves (there was an usher standing nearby?) and after 20 minutes, she crept back in and sat away from me.

I must say it mightily distracted me from the production, wondering what on earth she was going to say, because, “Some man told me to shut up when all I was doing was singing ...” just did not seem like it would fly.

Apparently, she was rebuffed, as nothing else was ever said. It was worth it — they were trying to give us magic and she was grunting, “Stelllaaaa!”

Brandon meeting his fan club (Images by Matthew Rettenmund)

On a lighter note, the actors were lovely afterward and I met a cute couple who were geeked to meet Brandon and Robin, because they grew up watching 13 Reasons Why and Gotham. Which made me feel about 150.

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