Actor Matthew Perry, famously known for the role of Chandler Bing in the iconic show Friends, was found dead Saturday in a hot tub at his Los Angeles home, law enforcement has reported.
Spokesperson of the LA Fire Department reported that first responders arrived at Perry’s home at about 4 p.m. regarding a “water emergency” of an unknown type, but did not name the actor. Sadly, upon arrival, they discovered Perry’s unresponsive body. According to them, there were no drugs of any type at the scene. At the time being, no foul play is suspected.
A representative of the actor hasn’t issued any comments regarding the tragic incident.
The investigation over Perry’s passing is still ongoing and the cause of death remains unknown. It will be determined by the Los Angeles County coroner’s office at a later date.
“We are devastated by the passing of our dear friend Matthew Perry,” Warner Bros. Television Group, which produced “Friends,” said in a statement to The Times. “Matthew was an incredibly gifted actor and an indelible part of the Warner Bros. Television Group family. The impact of his comedic genius was felt around the world, and his legacy will live on in the hearts of so many. This is a heartbreaking day, and we send our love to his family, his loved ones, and all of his devoted fans.”
“We are incredibly saddened by the too soon passing of Matthew Perry,” NBC, which aired the series for all 10 seasons, said in its own statement to The Times. “He brought so much joy to hundreds of millions of people around the world with his pitch perfect comedic timing and wry wit. His legacy will live on through countless generations.”
Saturday evening yellow-and-black LAPD crime scene tape blocked off the entrance to Blue Sail Drive, a tony street just off the Pacific Coast Highway at the crest of a hill with sweeping views of the Pacific Ocean.
Shortly after 7 p.m., as multiple helicopters whirred overhead, Perry’s mother, Suzanne, and her husband, broadcaster Keith Morrison, joined the journalists and LAPD officers on the scene. Morrison declined to comment. An LAPD officer at the scene said he had no information and that he did not know when any would be forthcoming.
Peter, a neighbor of Perry’s on Bluesail Drive who declined to give his last name Saturday evening, said he only spoke to the actor once, for five minutes, and that he was “very pleasant” and a “nice guy.”
“It’s shocking,” Peter said as he waited for the LAPD, who had barred journalists from passing the police tape, to approve him for entry. “He’s been redoing this house forever and he seemed fine. It’s very sad.”
Leo, another neighbor who declined to give his full name, said he was home when an ambulance arrived at Perry’s house Saturday afternoon. He declined to say whether paramedics tried to revive Perry or if a body was removed from the premises.
“I was shocked,” he said. “It was very disturbing and sad after all these years.”
Perry was one of his favorite actors, Leo said, and the funniest member of the “Friends” cast.
“I encountered him once and he was very, very friendly. More so than I thought,” Leo said. “It’s definitely a tragedy, especially at such a young age,” he added. “I was very heartbroken to see what happened.”
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Perry, the son of actor John Bennett Perry and Suzanne Marie Langford, onetime press secretary of Canadian Prime Minister Pierre Trudeau, was born in 1969 and grew up between Montreal and Los Angeles after his parents separated when Perry was 1.
He got his start as a child actor, landing guest spots on “Charles in Charge” and “Beverly Hills 90210” and playing opposite River Phoenix in the film “A Night in the Life of Jimmy Reardon” in the 1980s and early 1990s.
But his big break came when he was cast in “Friends” — originally titled “Friends Like Us” — a sitcom about six single New Yorkers navigating adulthood that premiered on NBC in 1994.
The series soon became a juggernaut, the anchor of the network’s vaunted Thursday-night “Must-See TV” lineup, and turned Perry and his castmates Jennifer Aniston, Courteney Cox, Lisa Kudrow, Matt LeBlanc and David Schwimmer into mega-stars almost overnight. At its high-water mark — for a 1996 Super Bowl episode and the 2004 series finale — the series could notch more than 50 million live viewers; by its end, cast members were earning more than $1 million an episode.
As Chandler Bing, the handsome, wisecracking roommate of LeBlanc’s Joey Tribbiani and, later, love interest of Cox’s fastidious Monica Geller, Perry distinguished himself in a crackling ensemble cast. With his dry delivery he created a catchphrase with a mere turn of inflection, based on banter he’d shared with childhood friends: Could he be any more Chandler?
Soon, he was attached to major stars like Julia Roberts and appearing in prominent films such as 1997 rom-com “Fools Rush In,” opposite Salma Hayek, and 2000 ensemble mob comedy “The Whole Nine Yards” with Bruce Willis.
There was a dark side to the life of one of television’s most beloved funnymen, however. In his 2022 memoir, “Friends, Lovers, and the Big Terrible Thing,” Perry recounted his lifelong struggle with addiction to alcohol and opioids. He wrote that he had his first drink at 14, but didn’t recognize the signs of alcoholism until 21. Since then, he estimated, he’d spent more than $7 million on efforts to get sober, including multiple stints in rehab. His substance abuse also led to a number of serious health issues, including a five-month hospitalization in 2018 following a colon rupture that left him, he wrote, with a 2% chance to live through the night.
And it was fueled, he acknowledged during a “Friends” reunion special in 2021, by the pressure to land the joke in front of a live studio audience night after night.
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“Nobody wanted to be famous more than me,” Perry told The Times in April, discussing “Friends, Lovers, and the Big Terrible Thing” at the Festival of Books. “I was convinced it was the answer. I was 25, it was the second year of ‘Friends,’ and eight months into it, I realized the American dream is not making me happy, not filling the holes in my life. I couldn’t get enough attention. … Fame does not do what you think it’s going to do. It was all a trick.”
Perry was remembered on Saturday by friends and collaborators such as Selma Blair, Paget Brewster, Morgan Fairchild and Mira Sorvino as a singular comic talent and kind soul.
Perry’s “Friends” co-star Maggie Wheeler, who played his on-again, off-again girlfriend Janice on the hit show, shared a sweet tribute on Instagram.
“What a loss. The world will miss you Mathew Perry,” she wrote. “The joy you brought to so many in your too short lifetime will live on. I feel so very blessed by every creative moment we shared.”
He was also memorialized by Canadian Prime Minister Justin Trudeau, Pierre’s son and one of Perry’s childhood friends.
“Matthew Perry’s passing is shocking and saddening,” Trudeau wrote on X. “I’ll never forget the schoolyard games we used to play, and I know people around the world are never going to forget the joy he brought them. Thanks for all the laughs, Matthew. You were loved — and you will be missed.”
Though Perry estimated he had relapsed “60 or 70 times” since first getting sober in 2001, he maintained a steady presence on American television, playing key parts in backstage dramedy “Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip” and therapy sitcom “Go On,” and making a steady stream of guest appearances on acclaimed shows such as “The West Wing” and “The Good Wife.”
Since his near-death experience in 2018, Perry had found solace in friends, frequent games of pickleball and, especially, writing. Though producing “Friends, Lovers, and the Big Terrible Thing” had forced him to relive his darkest moments, it also connected him to “all the sufferers out there”: “I had a story to tell, a story that could really help people,” he wrote. “And helping others had become the answer for me.”
Indeed, for all his success as an actor and, more recently, as a bestselling memoirist, Perry told The Times in April that his work was not the center of what he hoped would be his legacy.
Pressed to name how he’d like to be remembered, he said: “As a guy who lived life, loved well, lived well and helped people. That running into me was a good thing, and not something bad.”
After My Divorce, I Was Bullied by My Ex-husband’s Family – They Were Taught a Harsh Lesson by a Person I Didn’t Expect
Teresa thought she had it all with Shawn, her high school sweetheart turned husband. But as his ambition faded, so did their marriage. Following a bitter divorce, Shawn’s family turned vicious. Just when Teresa thought she couldn’t take any more, an unexpected ally stepped in, demanding justice.
If you had told me in high school that my life would turn into a melodramatic soap opera, I would have laughed in your face. But here I am, sharing my story because sometimes you just have to let it out.
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It all started when I fell for Shawn, the star athlete of our high school. Picture this: he was everything you could want in a guy. Tall, charming, with a smile that could light up a room.
He had big dreams and this incredible zest for life. I was hooked from the moment I saw him, and somehow, he fell for me too. We were that couple everyone envied—young, in love, and full of plans for an adventurous future.
Our marriage was straight out of a romance novel at first.
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We traveled as far as our meagre salaries allowed, took risks, and built a home filled with love and mutual respect.
We would lie on the roof of our first tiny apartment, watching the stars, dreaming about the places we’d go and the things we’d achieve. Those were the days when life felt like an endless summer.
But then things changed. Shawn changed.
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It wasn’t overnight—it was a slow, creeping transformation. He landed a job at a local factory, and I could see the light in his eyes dimming day by day.
Our evenings, once filled with planning our next adventure, turned into him zoning out in front of the TV after his shifts.
“Shawn, we need to talk about our plans,” I said one night, trying to keep the frustration out of my voice.
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“Later, Teresa,” he mumbled, not even looking away from the screen. “I’m just so tired.”
“Later” never came. The dreams we shared seemed to evaporate into the air like smoke. I felt trapped in a life that wasn’t mine. I voiced my discontent repeatedly, but Shawn just kept promising he’d change.
He never did.
Our conversations turned into arguments, the resentment building up like a dam about to burst. One evening, after yet another fight about his lack of ambition, I realized something had to give.
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“I can’t do this anymore, Shawn,” I said, my voice trembling. “I’m filing for divorce.”
His eyes finally met mine, a mix of shock and sadness. “You don’t mean that, Teresa.”
But I did. I packed my bags and moved out the next day.
Walking away from my marriage was heartbreaking, but the divorce went through with minimal animosity. At least, at first. That changed once his family got involved. They quickly turned my life into a nightmare.
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They were relentless. Shawn’s mother, Diane, spearheaded the harassment campaign with a ferocity I never thought possible.
It started with whispers in our small town, vicious rumors about me cheating on Shawn, and accusations of infidelity that spread like wildfire. I could feel the eyes of our neighbors on me, judging, condemning.
My reputation was dragged through the mud, and it hurt more than I could have imagined.
Then, the vandalism began.
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I woke up one morning to find my car keyed from the hood to the trunk. Someone had etched a selection of unrepeatable cuss words into the paint alongside the jagged scratches. It was a message meant to shame me, and it worked.
I felt a sick knot in my stomach every time I looked at it. But the harassment didn’t stop there.
One day, I came home to find my front door covered in graffiti—ugly, hateful words that made my stomach churn.
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The worst came at work. Diane’s brother, a burly man with a temper, showed up at my job and started a scene. He accused me loudly of ruining Shawn’s life, and when I tried to defend myself, he knocked over a display, creating chaos.
The management, tired of the drama, fired me on the spot. Just like that, I lost my livelihood.
I felt so alone, isolated from the friends who believed the lies Shawn’s family spread about me. My confidence was shattered, and I spiraled into a dark place.
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Each day was a struggle to get out of bed, to face the world that seemed to have turned against me. My dreams of a fresh start felt like a distant memory, almost unreachable amidst the constant siege of cruelty.
Despite everything, I clung to the hope of starting anew. I had to believe that there was light at the end of this tunnel, that I could rebuild my life even after it had been so thoroughly dismantled.
It was the only thing that kept me going, the flicker of hope that I could one day leave the nightmare behind and find peace again.
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One gray afternoon, there was a knock on my door. Not the friendly, soft kind, but a hesitant, almost reluctant rapping.
I opened it to find Shawn, his mother Diane, and his two brothers standing there, looking like they’d been dragged through hell. Their eyes were red, faces streaked with tears. It was a sight I never thought I’d see.
“Teresa, please,” Diane started, her voice trembling. “We’re here to apologize. We’ve been so wrong.”
I stood there, dumbfounded.
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The people who had made my life a living nightmare were now on my doorstep, begging for forgiveness. The shock was palpable. I felt like I was in some twisted dream.
“What is this?” I finally managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper. “Why now?”
Shawn stepped forward, his usual cockiness replaced with an expression of genuine remorse. “Teresa, we messed up. Big time. We’ve seen how wrong we were, and we’re truly sorry.”
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“Sorry?” I repeated, incredulous. “After everything you put me through? You think ‘sorry’ is enough?”
Diane started to cry, covering her face with her hands. “We know it’s not enough, but we want to make it right. Please, Teresa, we’ll do anything.”
My mind was racing. I didn’t know if I could trust them. Why the sudden change of heart? But their desperation seemed real, and despite everything, a part of me wanted to believe them.
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I crossed my arms, trying to steady myself. “Why now? Why are you suddenly so sorry?”
“We just… we’ve seen the error of our ways,” Shawn stammered. “We want to make amends.”
I stared at them, my heart pounding. Their vulnerability was disarming, and against my better judgment, I felt my anger start to melt.
“Fine,” I said finally, my voice shaking. “I forgive you. But this doesn’t erase what you’ve done.”
They nodded, tears streaming down their faces, thanking me profusely and promising to rectify the harm they’d caused me.
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I shut the door, feeling a strange mix of relief and suspicion.
Later that evening, my phone rang. The number was unfamiliar, but I answered anyway.
“Teresa, this is John, Shawn’s father.”
“John? What’s going on?”
“I’ve just found out about everything that’s been happening,” he said, his voice stern and steady. “I am furious and ashamed of my family’s behavior. I’ve made it clear to them that if they don’t make things right, they’re out of my house. This is not how I raised them.”
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Suddenly, everything clicked into place. Their desperate apology wasn’t just about guilt—it was about survival. John’s ultimatum had forced their hand.
“I can’t believe this,” I said, sinking into my couch. “So, they were threatened into apologizing?”
“Yes,” John admitted. “But I believe they are genuinely sorry as well. I’ve made arrangements for them to publicly apologize, repair the damage they caused, and compensate you for your job loss. I’ll be overseeing everything personally.”
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For the first time in months, I felt a glimmer of hope. “Thank you, John. This means a lot.”
“It’s the least I can do, Teresa. Respect and honor are everything to me, and what my family did was disgraceful.”
The next few days were surreal.
Shawn and his family followed through on their promises. They publicly apologized, standing in front of our small community and admitting their wrongdoings.
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It was both embarrassing and cathartic to watch.
They repaired my car and even helped me find a new job. Slowly, the weight of the past months began to lift from my shoulders.
At long last, this awful chapter was finally closing. I could move forward without the bitterness that had consumed me.
It wasn’t just about their apology or the restitution—it was about reclaiming my life and my peace. And for the first time in a long while, I felt like I could breathe again.
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