Later Years
Alan appeared in the short films Lord of the Road (1999) and Artificially Speaking (2009), the latter making its premiere at the 2009 Dances With Films festival in Los Angeles.
In 2008, fifty years after his divorce from Phyllis, she conducted a lengthy interview with Alan at his home for her website.
Alan had recently finished recording an audio stories CD collection, entitled Oh, Nothing.., which was released for sale December 22, 2011 on his website. The project is compiled of several comedic stories and anecdotes from his 50 years in theater, film and television.
Alan died on December 1, 2011, at Ceders-Sinai Medical Center, West Hollywood, where he was taken after suffering an apparent heart attack while watching television with his beloved dog, Doris, according to his friend and accountant, Michael Michaud.
Michael Michaud said that, even though Alan never disclosed publicly during his career that he was gay, his over-the-top, flamboyant, stereotypically gay mannerisms displayed on Laugh-In were an inspiration to many viewers when they were young, as he was "the only gay man they could see on television at the time."
Alan was survived by various family members, including his late brother’s widow, her daughter and her daughter's husband and their three children, and by many long-standing friends.
A private Memorial was held for Alan at his house in West Hollywood on March 25, 2012, where he was remembered, on a sunny California afternoon, with much humor and affection. Many surviving “Laugh-In” alumnae attended.
Alan's ashes were scattered on the ocean off the Connecticut coast.
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“After the planet becomes theirs, many millions of years will have to pass before a beetle particularly loved by God, at the end of its calculations will find written on a sheet of paper in letters of fire that energy is equal to the mass multiplied by the square of the velocity of light. The new kings of the world will live tranquilly for a long time, confining themselves to devouring each other and being parasites among each other on a cottage industry scale.”
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—John Steinbeck (1902–1968)