January 10, 1948 - October 10, 2002
"You under arrest, Sugar."
I was on my way to view Ike
Turner's body today,
and decided to follow up on a bit of research I did on Teresa Graves. I
remember her mostly as a dancer from Rowan and Martin's Laugh-In, but she definitely made more of a pop culture splash as the ass kicking female
detective in Get Christie Love which only ran for one season, but
Her final public appearance was in 1982
with Bob Hope, when she left "this business we call show" to become a
Witness. I do respect people and their religious beliefs, but sometimes I
hate it when they stop doing the things we know them for, to follow their
faith. Cat Stevens was one, I love his music.
She was known as "Tootie" to her
neighbors, and lived with her mother in this cute
little house just off Crenshaw.
In October of 2002 her mother was
hospitalized, and in the early morning of the 10th, Teresa was home alone,
sleeping in the former back porch, which had been enclosed and converted into a
bedroom. Just around 12:30 a.m., a faulty space heater burst into
flames. A smoke detector went off in the front of the house, but it failed
to rouse Teresa from her sleep. When firefighters arrived, the back
portion of the house was engulfed in flames.
Graves was taken to nearby Daniel
Freeman Hospital, where she was pronounced dead at 1:04 a.m., of burns and
She was 54 years old.
Her mother was notified after she recuperated from her
illness. Teresa was cremated, and scattered at sea. 1/2 off.
Her neighbors had no idea of her Hollywood
past. RIP, Sugar.
By the way, Ike was looking good - decked out
in a pink shirt and lavender jacket festooooooned with beads and
rhinestones. A gold guitar at his side. Looked bit old, but hell, he
earned it. I signed the guest register
Enough death for the day. No pictures allowed, but my
friend Jackie found (WARNING: DEAD PIC) one.