Well, we all knew it was going to happen. The legendary entertainer, icon, and hero died this morning. May he truly rest in peace. Thanks for the memory, Bob. [image=http://home.att.net/~tvthemelyrics/images/bob-hope.jpg] "Thanks for the memory Of candlelight and wine, castles on the Rhine The Parthenon and moments on the Hudson River Line How lovely it was! Thanks for the memory Of rainy afternoons, swingy Harlem tunes And motor trips and burning lips and burning toast and prunes How lovely it was! Many's the time that we feasted And many's the time that we fasted Oh, well, it was swell while it lasted We did have fun and no harm done And thanks for the memory Of sunburns at the shore, nights in Singapore You might have been a headache but you never were a bore So thank you so much. Thanks for the memory Of sentimental verse, nothing in my purse And chuckles when the preacher said "For better or for worse" How lovely it was Thanks for the memory Of lingerie with lace, Pilsner by the case And how I jumped the day you trumped my one-and-only ace How lovely it was! We said goodbye with a highball Then I got as "high" as a steeple But we were intelligent people No tears, no fuss, Hooray! For us So, thanks for the memory And strictly entre-nous, darling how are you? And how are all the little dreams that never did come true? Aw'flly glad I met you, cheerio, and toodle-oo And thank you so much. Thanks for the memory Of things I can't forget, journeys on a jet Our wond'rous week in Martinique and Vegas and roulette How lucky I was And thanks for the memory Of summers by the sea, dawn in Waikiki We had a pad in London but we didn't stop for tea How cozy it was Now since our breakup I wake up Alone on a gray morning-after I long for the sound of your laughter And then I see the laugh's on me But, thanks for the memory Of every touch a thrill, I've been through the mill I've lived a lot and learned a lot, you loved me not and still I miss you so much Thanks for the memory Of how we used to jog even in a fog That barbecue in Malibu, away from all the smog How rainy it was Thanks for the memory Of letters I destroyed, books that we enjoyed Tonight the way things look, I need a book by Sigmund Freud How brainy he was Gone are those evenings on Broadway Together we'd go to a great show But now I begin with the Late Show And wish that you were watching, too I know it's a fallacy That grown men never cry, baby, that's a lie We had our bed of roses, but forgot that roses die And thank you so much"