Jonathan Harris - Personal Life and Death

Personal Life and Death

Jonathan was married to his childhood sweetheart, Gertrude Bregman (who died of natural causes on August 28 2007 at 93), from 1938 to 2002. They had a son, Richard (born 1942), as well as a daughter-in-law and two step-granddaughters.

Harris' father, Sam Charasuchin, was struck by a car while crossing the street in New York City in 1977. He was 93 years old at the time of his death.

In late 2002, Harris and the rest of the surviving cast of the TV series were preparing for an NBC two-hour movie entitled Lost In Space: The Journey Home. However, two months before the movie was set to film, he was taken to the hospital with what he thought was a back problem. But on November 3, 2002, just one day before he was scheduled to return home, Jonathan Harris died of a blood clot to the heart. It was just three days before his 88th birthday. He is interred at Westwood Village Memorial Park Cemetery. His eulogists included long-time friend and director Arthur Hiller, close friend and former Twentieth Century Fox television executive and producer Kevin Burns and fellow Lost in Space cast-mate and good friend Bill Mumy.

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