The Show Must Go On
January 28th, 2009 by George Gilbert During the holidays if there was an act playing in Vegas, they usually ended up at our house for Thanksgiving or Christmas. Mom and Dad opened up our home for entertainers who were away from their home and family. One of my fondest memories was the Christmas Eve when we had the entire cast of Rowan and Martin’s Laugh-In over along with several other acts that were in town. Even as a little kid of about seven I could still appreciate the humor, even if I didn’t get all of the jokes. Everyone was laughing and having a great time. The only negative from that night was a short stocky comedian who crashed the party (when I say crashed that just means someone who wasn’t expected, everyone was welcome) was taken home by Rowan and Martin because he got a little drunk and obnoxious. I didn’t know what those words meant. He was my hero because I had just seen him in the movies with a Volkswagen bug that came to life. I loved that movie.
So laughter is and always will be an integral part of my life. I really started to appreciate the importance of humor and laughter, and what started me to speak to audiences about the importance of laughter, was when Dori was diagnosed with diabetic kidney disease and how we coped with her needing a kidney/pancreas transplant. These were tough times for both of us. For Dori it was the overall feeling of lack of energy, periods of nausea, extreme pain from broken bones and the fear of not living long enough to get a transplant. For me it was the stress of seeing someone I loved have to go through all that. I am convinced that humor and laughter eased both our pain and fear of the ordeal.
In 2006 my mother was diagnosed with lung cancer and while this was a very tough time for both of us we really did practice what we preached. From the day that she was diagnosed with cancer to being wheeled into the operating room and throughout her recovery, we used humor as part of her treatment/therapy.
We didn’t have a funeral for Mom. She didn’t want that. She didn’t want anybody crying at her casket. No not Mom. She wanted a party with good food, fine wine, and above all laughter. So that’s what we gave her. Someone suggested I rent out a hall and have it catered. No, the only place to have a party for Mom was at her house. For years the place to party was at Tulara’s. About a hundred people showed up to celebrate the life and talent of one of the funniest ladies in show business. I think those that made it would say she still had one of the best parties in Vegas.