April 12, 1923 – January 22, 2004
“I never played politics, I was never a party girl, and I never slept with any of the producers.”
She was a dancer. A good dancer. You know who says so? Me. Her last film appearance in the David Lynch flick, Mulholland Drive. To see her list of credits, go here.
She had been in poor health for years. Anne used to get cortisone shots for her legs because it was painful to do what she did, but she wouldn’t consider slowing down or retiring. She blamed those shots for the osteoporosis she eventually acquired. She also contracted cancer, both breast and colon and eventually lung.
She lived in this house in Beverly Hills for several years.
On January 17th, she checked in to Cedars Sinai Medical Center with a broken leg, and trouble breathing.
She lost a lot of weight because the cancer had returned.
On January 21st 2004, Anthony Hopkins supposedly asked her to appear in an upcoming project. Just after midnight on January 22nd, she succumbed to lung cancer. Apparently she only recently converted to Catholicism, and asked that a priest giver her last rites. She was 81 years old, though other sources claim her to be older.
Upon hearing of her death, munchkin whore Mickey Rooney said, “Annie was an angel and a dear friend I loved very much.”
Her body was ravaged by disease, but she had fab teeth.
A mass was held at St. Mel Catholic Church in Woodland Hills, which was decorated with yellow and red roses. Those attending were Ann Jeffries, Jane Withers, Ann Rutherford, Rosemarie, June Haver, Esther Williams, Francesca Hilton, Kathryn Grayson, Renee Taylor, Rosemary (Mrs. Robert) Stack, Rip Torn. The casket was closed, though my buddy Steve told me that it was open, and only the bottom half was open, which I believed and it made me laugh a lot. My pal Bonnie got this terrific memorial program from the funeral.
Her body was taken to Holy Cross Cemetery in Culver City, to be buried with her daughter that died 3 hours after she was born (Anne fell down stairs while 9 months preggers. shit.). My friends Brian and Christine went with me today to take this picture of a freshly planted Miller.
Trivia: Ann claimed she could tap 500 times a minute.
More: Ann said that she never had to worry about her weight, until Jimmy Stewart turned her on to Butterfingers.
She had a sense of humor. Her autobiography was called Miller’s High Life.
And that is it: Her tap shoes, that she named Moe and Joe, are on display at the Smithsonian.
Thanks Steve, Bonnie the Possum Queen, Kim, Patrick and Roger.