Actor Matthew Perry, famously known for the role of Chandler Bing in the iconic show Friends, was found dead Saturday in a hot tub at his Los Angeles home, law enforcement has reported.
Spokesperson of the LA Fire Department reported that first responders arrived at Perry’s home at about 4 p.m. regarding a “water emergency” of an unknown type, but did not name the actor. Sadly, upon arrival, they discovered Perry’s unresponsive body. According to them, there were no drugs of any type at the scene. At the time being, no foul play is suspected.
A representative of the actor hasn’t issued any comments regarding the tragic incident.
The investigation over Perry’s passing is still ongoing and the cause of death remains unknown. It will be determined by the Los Angeles County coroner’s office at a later date.
“We are devastated by the passing of our dear friend Matthew Perry,” Warner Bros. Television Group, which produced “Friends,” said in a statement to The Times. “Matthew was an incredibly gifted actor and an indelible part of the Warner Bros. Television Group family. The impact of his comedic genius was felt around the world, and his legacy will live on in the hearts of so many. This is a heartbreaking day, and we send our love to his family, his loved ones, and all of his devoted fans.”
“We are incredibly saddened by the too soon passing of Matthew Perry,” NBC, which aired the series for all 10 seasons, said in its own statement to The Times. “He brought so much joy to hundreds of millions of people around the world with his pitch perfect comedic timing and wry wit. His legacy will live on through countless generations.”
Saturday evening yellow-and-black LAPD crime scene tape blocked off the entrance to Blue Sail Drive, a tony street just off the Pacific Coast Highway at the crest of a hill with sweeping views of the Pacific Ocean.
Shortly after 7 p.m., as multiple helicopters whirred overhead, Perry’s mother, Suzanne, and her husband, broadcaster Keith Morrison, joined the journalists and LAPD officers on the scene. Morrison declined to comment. An LAPD officer at the scene said he had no information and that he did not know when any would be forthcoming.
Peter, a neighbor of Perry’s on Bluesail Drive who declined to give his last name Saturday evening, said he only spoke to the actor once, for five minutes, and that he was “very pleasant” and a “nice guy.”
“It’s shocking,” Peter said as he waited for the LAPD, who had barred journalists from passing the police tape, to approve him for entry. “He’s been redoing this house forever and he seemed fine. It’s very sad.”
Leo, another neighbor who declined to give his full name, said he was home when an ambulance arrived at Perry’s house Saturday afternoon. He declined to say whether paramedics tried to revive Perry or if a body was removed from the premises.
“I was shocked,” he said. “It was very disturbing and sad after all these years.”
Perry was one of his favorite actors, Leo said, and the funniest member of the “Friends” cast.
“I encountered him once and he was very, very friendly. More so than I thought,” Leo said. “It’s definitely a tragedy, especially at such a young age,” he added. “I was very heartbroken to see what happened.”
(Wally Skalij / Los Angeles Times)
Perry, the son of actor John Bennett Perry and Suzanne Marie Langford, onetime press secretary of Canadian Prime Minister Pierre Trudeau, was born in 1969 and grew up between Montreal and Los Angeles after his parents separated when Perry was 1.
He got his start as a child actor, landing guest spots on “Charles in Charge” and “Beverly Hills 90210” and playing opposite River Phoenix in the film “A Night in the Life of Jimmy Reardon” in the 1980s and early 1990s.
But his big break came when he was cast in “Friends” — originally titled “Friends Like Us” — a sitcom about six single New Yorkers navigating adulthood that premiered on NBC in 1994.
The series soon became a juggernaut, the anchor of the network’s vaunted Thursday-night “Must-See TV” lineup, and turned Perry and his castmates Jennifer Aniston, Courteney Cox, Lisa Kudrow, Matt LeBlanc and David Schwimmer into mega-stars almost overnight. At its high-water mark — for a 1996 Super Bowl episode and the 2004 series finale — the series could notch more than 50 million live viewers; by its end, cast members were earning more than $1 million an episode.
As Chandler Bing, the handsome, wisecracking roommate of LeBlanc’s Joey Tribbiani and, later, love interest of Cox’s fastidious Monica Geller, Perry distinguished himself in a crackling ensemble cast. With his dry delivery he created a catchphrase with a mere turn of inflection, based on banter he’d shared with childhood friends: Could he be any more Chandler?
Soon, he was attached to major stars like Julia Roberts and appearing in prominent films such as 1997 rom-com “Fools Rush In,” opposite Salma Hayek, and 2000 ensemble mob comedy “The Whole Nine Yards” with Bruce Willis.
There was a dark side to the life of one of television’s most beloved funnymen, however. In his 2022 memoir, “Friends, Lovers, and the Big Terrible Thing,” Perry recounted his lifelong struggle with addiction to alcohol and opioids. He wrote that he had his first drink at 14, but didn’t recognize the signs of alcoholism until 21. Since then, he estimated, he’d spent more than $7 million on efforts to get sober, including multiple stints in rehab. His substance abuse also led to a number of serious health issues, including a five-month hospitalization in 2018 following a colon rupture that left him, he wrote, with a 2% chance to live through the night.
And it was fueled, he acknowledged during a “Friends” reunion special in 2021, by the pressure to land the joke in front of a live studio audience night after night.
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“Nobody wanted to be famous more than me,” Perry told The Times in April, discussing “Friends, Lovers, and the Big Terrible Thing” at the Festival of Books. “I was convinced it was the answer. I was 25, it was the second year of ‘Friends,’ and eight months into it, I realized the American dream is not making me happy, not filling the holes in my life. I couldn’t get enough attention. … Fame does not do what you think it’s going to do. It was all a trick.”
Perry was remembered on Saturday by friends and collaborators such as Selma Blair, Paget Brewster, Morgan Fairchild and Mira Sorvino as a singular comic talent and kind soul.
Perry’s “Friends” co-star Maggie Wheeler, who played his on-again, off-again girlfriend Janice on the hit show, shared a sweet tribute on Instagram.
“What a loss. The world will miss you Mathew Perry,” she wrote. “The joy you brought to so many in your too short lifetime will live on. I feel so very blessed by every creative moment we shared.”
He was also memorialized by Canadian Prime Minister Justin Trudeau, Pierre’s son and one of Perry’s childhood friends.
“Matthew Perry’s passing is shocking and saddening,” Trudeau wrote on X. “I’ll never forget the schoolyard games we used to play, and I know people around the world are never going to forget the joy he brought them. Thanks for all the laughs, Matthew. You were loved — and you will be missed.”
Though Perry estimated he had relapsed “60 or 70 times” since first getting sober in 2001, he maintained a steady presence on American television, playing key parts in backstage dramedy “Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip” and therapy sitcom “Go On,” and making a steady stream of guest appearances on acclaimed shows such as “The West Wing” and “The Good Wife.”
Since his near-death experience in 2018, Perry had found solace in friends, frequent games of pickleball and, especially, writing. Though producing “Friends, Lovers, and the Big Terrible Thing” had forced him to relive his darkest moments, it also connected him to “all the sufferers out there”: “I had a story to tell, a story that could really help people,” he wrote. “And helping others had become the answer for me.”
Indeed, for all his success as an actor and, more recently, as a bestselling memoirist, Perry told The Times in April that his work was not the center of what he hoped would be his legacy.
Pressed to name how he’d like to be remembered, he said: “As a guy who lived life, loved well, lived well and helped people. That running into me was a good thing, and not something bad.”
Police Officer Demanded I Open the Trunk after My Dad’s Funeral – I Was Shocked to Know Why
I was still reeling from Dad’s funeral. Each of us had received something special from him. My sister got one of his rings, my brother got his collection of vintage vinyl, and I got his classic Mustang. Dad and I had worked on that car together for years. But the car had more to it than I first thought.
After the funeral, I drove home in the Mustang. The familiar rumble of the engine was comforting, a reminder of all the hours Dad and I had spent working on it. As I turned onto my street, I noticed a cop car following me. He didn’t have his lights on, so I kept driving, assuming it was just a coincidence. But as I pulled into my driveway, the cop car did too. My heart started to race. What could this be about?
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I parked the car and was about to get out when the officer rushed up to me.
“Stay in your vehicle!” he shouted, his hand resting on his holster.
“What’s going on?” I asked, my hand frozen on the door handle. My mind raced with possibilities, but none of them made any sense.
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“Open your trunk now!” he demanded, his tone leaving no room for argument.
I blinked, confused. “Why? What’s happening?”
“Just do it!” he barked, his eyes hard and unyielding.
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With trembling hands, I reached for the trunk release lever. The trunk popped open with a click, and the officer pushed past me, heading straight for the back of the car. He lifted the bottom lining of the trunk and started rummaging around. His back was to me, so I couldn’t see what he was doing.
“You thought you could get away with this!” he said, his voice dripping with accusation.
“What are you talking about?” I stammered, my mind racing with fear and confusion.
“I’m not talking to you!”
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He walked directly to the car, lifted the divider at the bottom of the trunk, and pulled something out. The officer’s body blocked my view and I couldn’t see what he was holding. I felt cold sweat trickle down my spine. What could possibly be in my trunk?
I leaned out of the window, trying to get a better look. “Officer, I don’t understand. Can you please tell me what’s going on?”
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Still ignoring me, the officer took a step back, revealing what he had found. In his hand was a small, black box. It looked old and worn, with a faint symbol on the top that I didn’t recognize.
“What is that?” I asked, my voice shaking.
The officer finally looked at me, his expression a mix of anger and something else—maybe disbelief? “You really don’t know, do you?”
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I shook my head, completely lost. “No, I have no idea. I’ve never seen that before.”
The officer narrowed his eyes. “You expect me to believe that?”
“It’s the truth!” I insisted, my voice rising in panic. “I just got this car from my dad. He left it to me after he passed away. I don’t know anything about a stolen item.”
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The officer studied me for a moment, then seemed to soften slightly. “You said this car was your dad’s?”
“Yes,” I said, nodding vigorously. “He and I worked on it together for years. I only drove it home today after the funeral.”
He glanced down at the box in his hand, then back at me. “And you really have no idea who I am?”
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“Look, Officer, if there’s anything I can help you with, I will. But I swear I have no idea what’s going on.”
The cop’s face softened and I saw him opening the box. Suddenly, I realized he had started to cry.
“What happened? What’s going on?” I asked, my voice filled with concern.
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He looked up at me, tears streaming down his face. “I was at your dad’s funeral. I’m sorry about him, by the way. We grew up together, studied, and worked as partners for some time. Then, he moved away.”
At that moment, I remembered seeing him at the funeral, holding a letter in his hand.
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“A lawyer came to me and handed me this letter,” he said, taking it out of his pocket. “Your dad wrote that I was the one who helped him overcome his mom’s death when he was a kid.”
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He handed me the letter, and I began to read:
Jonathan,
I know we haven’t seen each other in a while, life is strange that way. Those closest to you can be the ones you see the least just because you’re each on your own path.
Still, I’ve missed you a lot old friend. I’ll never forget all the support you showed me when my mom passed away. You know, I felt ostracized back then. I was the kid without a mom. But you never let me be alone, and for that I’ll always be grateful.
I kept all the toys you gave me. Even the sweets, I’m a little embarrassed to say. I could never get myself to eat them, they meant too much to me.
I know I’ll be passing away soon, I just couldn’t beat the cancer, but I wanted you to have the box with the toys. It’s in my old Mustang that I’m leaving to Bill, my oldest.
If he doesn’t bring it to you, he must not have found it yet. Show him this letter.
It’s hidden in the trunk for safekeeping.
All the best.
Your pal,
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Jonathan showed me the box filled with toys, sports cards, letters, and old candies. I could see the history and love in each item.
“When his mom died, he became so quiet and sad,” Jonathan said, his voice soft and reflective. “I wanted him to get better, I wanted my friend back. So, I gave him my favorite toys. We played with them — cars, even candies, which, as you see, he never tasted. He just enjoyed having them.”
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I felt a lump in my throat and tears welling up in my eyes. The box, the letter, the memories — it was all so overwhelming. “He never told us about this,” I said, my voice cracking. “I had no idea.”
Jonathan nodded. “Arnie was always a private person. But he valued our friendship more than anything. He wanted you to know about it, to understand the bond we had.”
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I started crying too, the emotions too strong to hold back. I handed the box to Jonathan, feeling a deep connection to this man who had been such a big part of my dad’s life. “Thank you for being there for him,” I said through my tears. “And thank you for sharing this with me.”
Jonathan smiled, his own tears still flowing. “It was an honor to be his friend. And now, I hope we can be friends too. Your dad meant the world to me, and I see so much of him in you.”
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Over time, Jonathan became a close family friend. I got to know his kids and family, and in many ways, he partially replaced my dad too. We spent holidays together, shared stories, and kept my dad’s memory alive.
Jonathan often visited, bringing with him stories of his and Dad’s adventures, filling the void Dad’s passing had left. His kids became like siblings to me, and his family embraced me as one of their own. It felt like I had gained a whole new family.
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One day, Jonathan and I sat in my dad’s old Mustang, the box of toys between us. “Your dad would be proud of you, Bill,” he said, patting my shoulder. “He always talked about how much he loved you.”
I smiled, feeling a warmth in my heart. “Thanks, Jonathan. And thank you for everything. You’ve given me a piece of my dad that I didn’t even know was missing.”
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As we sat there, surrounded by memories and the legacy of my dad’s love and friendship, I realized that even in death, he had brought us together. And in that, there was a kind of peace.
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