The other Jewish Elvis in Cajun country

Don't ask me why, but last night I went to see Bad Santa, John Ritter's final movie. By far the funniest part came at the end when, after the final scene of a movie in which a running joke included Billy Bob Thornton, anal-sex and the line, "You're not going to shit right for a month," the screen went dark and read: In loving memory of John Ritter.

Now that is a legacy.