Personal Life and Death
During his early writing days, Block was friends with fellow comedy writers Bill Morrow, Jack Benny writer and Don Quinn, who wrote for Fibber McGee and Molly.
During Block's years in radio and television, newspaper columns had linked him romantically to several actresses and singers including Nanette Fabray, Dorothea Pinto and Joan Judson. Plans for marriage were reported between Block and Mitzi Green, and then later Kay Mallah, a showgirl. Green had been a childhood star and in 1941 was attempting to make comeback at age twenty-one. Block, along with Herb Baker, was writing a Broadway show for her. When Block and Green split, he began seeing Dorothea Pinto, a chorus girl. Pinto once made some news while she was working at the Diamond Horseshoe nightclub in New York and punched one of the club's investors. Pinto appeared as a showgirl in Follow the Girls, which Block wrote. Block once explained he preferred being a bachelor because "wives were too expensive."
On April 22, 1981 Block was seriously burned from a fire in his Chicago apartment. On June 16, 1981, Block died in Edgewater Hospital, Chicago, as a result of the injuries. He was survived by two sisters.
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