The After Party

Dressed up for the after party

Where do the famous ones go when they go? Does anybody know? Is there a special reserved section just for them? I'm picturing Joan Rivers and Lauren Bacall, a short Jew and a very tall one, sipping tea and laughing, and Robin Williams reuniting with Jonathan Winters. Sid Caesar's over in the corner, hanging with Imogen Coca, Charlie Chaplin and Groucho Marx. I'm picturing an epic after party. I see Joan tracking down Johnny Carson, who's hanging with Merv and Mike Douglas and Jack Paar. And Joan looks Johnny in the eye, and says, "Oh, grow up." And maybe at last, after all these years, he forgives her for going for it, her own late night show. He lets bygones be just that. Gone. Where do the famous ones go when they go? Who knows? Nobody. But it's fun to think about, just the same. It's better than thinking about Joan's funeral today. Much better.