Jamie Lee Curtis’ tribute to Richard Lewis is less a celebrity statement than a love letter written through tears.
She remembers spotting his face on a Sunset Boulevard billboard and insisting he read for Marty Gold on Anything But Love, then watching him “blow everyone else away.” Behind his legendary neurotic
humor, she reveals a man who was terrified of performing, stashing lines on props, in door frames, even on her face during close‑ups, yet somehow delivering performances that were “deep and so damn funny.”
Her grief cuts deepest when she calls him “the reason I am sober,” crediting his quiet intervention with saving her life.
She recalls how they mourned other friends together and how, in his last text, he pleaded for ABC/Disney to release more episodes of their show. Curtis honors the love he found with his wife Joyce,
the sobriety that anchored him, and the rare kindness he showed to everyone lucky enough to be loved by him.
