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.”
I Found My Son’s Photo in My Client’s Home — Then Uncovered a Disgusting Plan
Life has a cruel way of dragging the past back into your present, even when you think it’s long gone. I never expected that a simple cleaning job would lead me to a horrifying discovery about my ex and a dangerous plan that threatened my son.
So, I’m not usually the kind of person to spill my life online, but this… this is something else. I’m still reeling from what happened last week, and I need to get it off my chest.
A thoughtful and sad woman | Source: Midjourney
I’m Jocelyn, 40, a single mom, and honestly just trying to make it work every day. I’ve been hustling as a cleaner for a while now: scrubbing floors, dusting high ceilings, you name it.
It’s not glamorous, but it keeps food on the table for my nine-year-old son, Oliver, and that’s all that matters. The job gives me plenty of time to think, to plan, and sometimes, to worry.
A tired and worried cleaning lady | Source: Midjourney
I usually work in regular homes, nothing too fancy, but last week I got this new job through my agency. The place was in this upscale neighborhood that looked straight out of one of those reality shows — the kind where people have their own wine cellars and marble statues in the foyer.
I remember rolling my eyes when I came, thinking, “Great, another house with more rooms than people.” But hey, work is work.
The interior of a fancy house with a wine cellar and a marble statue in the foyer | Source: Midjourney
The house was empty when I arrived. Typical. Most of my clients are never home; they just leave the key somewhere discreet. This time, it was under the doormat along with a handwritten note on the marble countertop.
The note had the usual polite instructions: “Please clean the kitchen, vacuum the bedrooms, and make sure to dust the picture frames.” I tucked it into my pocket and got started.
As I moved through the house, I noticed how pristine everything was. The countertops gleamed, the floors were spotless, and honestly, it made me wonder why they even needed a cleaner.
A cleaning lady looking around a fancy house | Source: Midjourney
I tried to shrug off the nerves that were creeping in; this place was giving me weird vibes. The decor felt oddly familiar, like a place I’d been in a dream but couldn’t quite remember.
Halfway through dusting, I muttered to myself, “What is this place, a museum?” The silence was getting to me, so I called Oliver.
“Hey, bud. How was school?” I asked, keeping my voice light.
“Good. We had our art class. I painted a spaceship!” His voice was full of excitement, and it made me smile.
A closeup of a spaceship drawing painted by a kid | Source: Midjourney
For a moment, I forgot about the strange feeling that had been gnawing at me since I got here.
“Sounds awesome, Ollie. Save it for me, okay?”
I needed that little pep talk from my boy. It reminded me why I put up with weird houses and demanding clients.
Soon afterward, I made my way upstairs, figuring I’d tackle the bedrooms next. Each step felt heavier, like my body was picking up on something my brain hadn’t caught onto yet. I started in the guest room, nothing strange there.
A silver and white desk lamp beside a bed | Source: Pexels
Then, I moved on to the master bedroom, and that’s when everything fell apart.
On the nightstand, staring right back at me was a framed photo of Oliver. My Oliver. I couldn’t breathe. It was like my heart had stopped and the world was spinning. I walked closer, slowly, like I was in some nightmare where everything was in slow motion. I picked up the frame with shaking hands.
“What the—” I whispered, my voice barely audible. It was him, alright. Oliver’s goofy grin, the blue paint streaked across his cheek from last year’s school fair.
A happy little boy with blue paint streaked across his cheeks | Source: Midjourney
I remember that day like it was yesterday. But why was his picture here, in this stranger’s house?
Panic set in. My mind went to dark places. Was someone stalking us? Did something happen to him? My stomach twisted. I felt dizzy, desperate to understand. I sank onto the edge of the bed, clutching the frame as if it held the answer to all my questions.
I needed to stay calm, but it was like the room was closing in on me. I could barely think straight. Who lived here? And why did they have a picture of my son?
A cleaning lady sitting beside a nightstand with a photo of a little boy | Source: Midjourney
I couldn’t stop staring at that picture of Oliver. My head was spinning, but I knew I had to pull myself together. I set the frame down and started looking around the room, my eyes darting from one thing to the next.
That’s when I spotted more photos — ones that hit like a punch to the gut. There he was, Tristan, my ex, grinning in every frame like he had it all figured out.
A closeup photo of a man grinning | Source: Midjourney
I hadn’t seen Tristan in almost nine years, not since he walked out on us. I could still see him standing in the doorway of our tiny apartment, bags in hand, his eyes cold and distant.
“I can’t do this anymore, Jocelyn,” he had said, his voice flat and unfeeling. Oliver was just a baby, crying in the background, but Tristan didn’t even look back.
“Just like that? You’re leaving us?” I had asked, my voice breaking, but he just shrugged, his face hardening.
A teary-eyed woman | Source: Midjourney
“You’ll figure it out,” he said, turning away without a hint of remorse. And then he was gone, vanishing into thin air without so much as a goodbye. I’d spent sleepless nights wondering where he was and why he’d left, but after a while, I stopped caring. We didn’t need him then, and we sure as hell didn’t need him now.
But now, it was like he’d been hiding in plain sight, living in this mansion with some glamorous woman: his new wife, judging by the wedding photo on the dresser.
A closeup shot of a bride and groom | Source: Midjourney
She was all dressed up, looking like she’d stepped straight off a movie set, and there was Tristan, holding her close like he was the king of the world. My stomach churned, and anger bubbled up inside me.
I stormed out of the bedroom, pacing the hallway, trying to make sense of it all. “Unbelievable,” I muttered to myself, my voice shaking. “He knew. He had to know I’d be here.” My thoughts were a mess, each one nastier than the last.
Just when I thought I couldn’t feel any worse, I saw the note again, crumpled in my pocket. There was another message at the back, which I most likely missed reading the first time.
A cleaning lady holding a handwritten note | Source: Midjourney
My eyes zeroed in on the last line, scrawled in Tristan’s unmistakable handwriting: “I hear you’re still working these lowly jobs. Make sure the place is spotless. Wouldn’t want Oliver living in filth.”
My blood boiled. This wasn’t just a cleaning job; it was a setup. He wanted to humiliate me, to remind me where I stood in his eyes.
I clenched my fists and gritted my teeth. “He thinks he’s so clever, doesn’t he?” I whispered furiously. I could practically see him smirking, thinking he’d won, but he had no idea who he was dealing with.
A man smiling wickedly | Source: Midjourney
I wasn’t the scared, helpless woman he left behind. I had built a life from the ground up without him, and there was no way I’d let him waltz back in and make me feel small.
Determined not to let him get the best of me, I marched back to the kitchen, scanning the spotless counters with a mischievous grin. “Alright, Tristan. Two can play this game,” I muttered under my breath. I swapped the salt with the sugar, twisted the caps back on, and moved to the laundry room.
A cleaning lady standing in a laundry room with a clever smile on her face | Source: Midjourney
“Oops,” I whispered as I poured a good splash of vinegar into his expensive-looking detergent bottle. It wasn’t much, just enough to wreak some havoc in his perfect little life.
Before I left, I scribbled a quick note and tucked it under the picture of Oliver. “You might have all the money in the world, but that doesn’t buy love or respect. You abandoned your son once, and you’ll never have the chance to hurt him again. Keep your distance, or I’ll make sure you regret it.”
A cleaning lady smiling while writing a note | Source: Midjourney
I locked the door, feeling both relieved and defiant. My hands were still shaking, but this time it wasn’t from fear. I was proud. Proud that I hadn’t let him reduce me to the woman he once left behind. I had stood my ground, and for the first time, I felt like I had taken a piece of my power back.
A few days later, my phone buzzed with a call from the agency. “Jocelyn, we got a complaint from the client,” the manager said, her voice tinged with concern. “Apparently, the laundry smelled odd and some of the food tasted off.”
A female manager talking on her phone | Source: Midjourney
I chuckled, trying to keep my tone casual. “Must have been an off day,” I said lightly, though inside, I was savoring every word. The agency didn’t push it further, and I knew Tristan must have been livid. But I didn’t care. Not anymore.
Later that night, as Oliver and I snuggled on the couch, he leaned into me, his laughter filling the room as he watched his favorite show. I could feel the warmth of his small body against mine, a comforting reminder of why I did everything I did.
A happy little boy sitting in his room | Source: Midjourney
“Mom,” he said, looking up at me with those big, curious eyes, “do you think we’ll ever need more people in our team?”
His question caught me off guard, but I smiled, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead. “Maybe someday, Ollie. But right now, it’s just us, and that’s pretty perfect, don’t you think?”
He nodded, grinning as he leaned his head back against my shoulder. “Yeah, just us. We’re the best team.”
I kissed the top of his head, feeling a rush of love and pride. “The best team,” I whispered, my heart full.
A happy mother-son duo | Source: Midjourney
Oliver was my world, and no amount of money or fancy homes could ever change that. I didn’t know if Tristan got my message, but I sure hoped he did.
He’d better stay far, far away because if he ever tried to mess with us again, he’d find out just how strong and fiercely protective I’d become. And maybe, just maybe, he’d learn that you can’t put a price on family.
A woman smiling confidently while sitting in her living room | Source: Midjourney
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