Co-stars of Matthew Perry’s Friends were spotted comforting one another on Friday outside the church where the 54-year-old was buried.
Foursome Jennifer Aniston, 54; Lisa Kudrow, 60; Courteney Cox, 59; and David Schwimmer, 57, came at Forest Lawn cemetery in Los Angeles ready to say their final farewell to Perry. They were all dressed somberly in black suits.
After the short, one-hour ceremony, Matt LeBlanc, 56, joined them outside the church, where they were photographed chatting with other well-wishers.
Along with his father John Perry, 82, his weeping mother Suzanne Morrison, 84, and stepfather Keith, a writer for Dateline, were present at the private celebration. One person carrying the coffin was Keith Morrison.
“Ms. Aniston was among the first to arrive,” an onlooker remarked. She remained solitary. This is a well-known meeting.
Across from Warner Bros Studios, where ten seasons of Friends were filmed, lies a cemetery that is the final resting place of a galaxy of Hollywood stars, including Bette Davis, Carrie Fisher, Buster Keaton, Michael Hutchence of INXS, Anne Heche, and Stan Laurel.
At Matthew Perry’s funeral on Friday, Jennifer Aniston (left), Courteney Cox (second left), David Schwimmer (middle), Lisa Kudrow (second right), and Matt LeBlanc (far right) are pictured.
On Friday at Forest Lawn Church of the Hills in Los Angeles, Jennifer Aniston (far back), Courteney Cox and David Schwimmer (middle), and Lisa Kudrow (front) are pictured.
On Friday, the three Friends ladies and David Schwimmer are seen leaving the church to go to Matthew Perry’s funeral.
Keith Morrison, Perry’s stepfather, who has gray hair, carried the coffin.
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The song “Don’t Give Up” by Peter Gabriel, which goes, “No fight left or so it seems, I am a man whose dreams have all deserted, I’ve changed my face, I’ve changed my name, But no one wants you when you lose,” was performed as the service came to an end.
“There was not a dry eye in there,” remarked a bystander. Both laughter and tears were abundant. Speaking only were close friends and relatives.
Perry was buried in a black wooden coffin in a private ceremony for his family exclusively following the service.
Following the service, large groups of mourners dressed in black gathered outside the church.
A few were observed giving each other comfort and an embrace. In order to protect their eyes from the intense Californian sun, many wore dark shades.
Other celebrities buried in gorgeous parkland include INXS guitarist Michael Hutchinson, Buster Keaton, Brittany Murphy, Paul Walker, and actress Anne Heche, who passed away unexpectedly in a vehicle accident last year.
On Friday, the hearse with Matthew Perry’s remains was seen pulling up to the grave.
On Friday, a photo shows Perry’s casket being brought into the church.
Matthew Perry’s family and friends may be seen arriving for the funeral on Friday.
Keith Morrison, the 54-year-old’s stepson, was one of the seven persons who carried the coffin.
There is a lengthy lineup of cars parked outside the Los Angeles cemetery.
A long line of cars are seen parked outside the cemetery in Los Angeles
Matthew Perry’s family and friends may be seen arriving for the funeral on Friday.
My neighbor pelted my car with eggs because he claimed it obstructed the view of his Halloween decorations
When sleep-deprived mom Genevieve discovers her car covered in eggs, she thinks it’s a prank — until her smug neighbor Brad admits he did it because her car was ruining the view of his elaborate Halloween display. Furious but too exhausted to argue, Genevieve vows to teach him a lesson.
I was bone-tired, the kind of tired where you can barely remember if you’ve brushed your teeth or fed the dog.
My days had become a blur since the twins were born.
Don’t get me wrong, Lily and Lucas were my adorable darlings, but wrangling two newborns mostly by myself was a Herculean task. I hadn’t slept a full night in months. Halloween was just around the corner and the neighborhood buzzed with excitement, but not me.
I could hardly muster the energy to decorate, let alone keep up with the suburban festivities.
Then there was Brad.
The man took Halloween so seriously that you’d think his life depended on it. Every year, he turned his house into a haunted carnival complete with gravestones, dioramas of skeletons, huge jack-o’-lanterns, the works.
And the smug look on his face every time someone complimented him? Please.
His spectacle enamored the entire block. But me? I was too busy trying to keep my eyes open to care about Brad’s ridiculous haunted house.
It was a typical October morning when everything started to unravel.
I shuffled outside with Lily on one hip and Lucas cradled in my arm. I blinked at the sight before me. Somebody had egged my car! Broken bits of shell were stuck in the semi-congealed goo, which was dripping down the windshield like some twisted breakfast special.
“Are you kidding me?” I muttered, staring at the mess.
I had parked in front of Brad’s house the night before. It’s not like I had much choice. The twins’ stroller was impossible to push all the way from down the street, so I’d parked close to our door.
At first, I thought it had to be a prank. But when I noticed the egg splatters reached all the way to Brad’s front porch, my suspicion turned into certainty.
This had Brad written all over it.
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