R.I.P. Allan Melvin. On the Brady Bunch, he was Sam “The Butcher” Franklin and on Thursday, he left this world for the great big meat locker in the sky. We always liked the guy and couldn’t believe it when Oliver and Bobby went all Hardy Boys on him that time they suspected him of being in cahoots with the mysterious Mr. Grodksi plotting something rotten for papa Mike. Sam wouldn’t get involved with Polish spies, he was a man of honor, decency, and fine meats; not an international evil-doer.
Our thoughts and prayers go out to Alice. May she find a suitable meat-delivery system to fill the void and the strength to forge ahead in this fickle game we call life.
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