Richard M. Sherman, renowned for producing songs for iconic films like “Mary Poppins,” handed absent at the age of 95 on Saturday. The celebrated songwriter, who frequently collaborated with his brother Robert B. Sherman, succumbed to an age-associated disease at Cedars-Sinai Professional medical Center in Los Angeles, as announced by Disney.
A funeral is scheduled for Friday, May 31, at Hillside Memorial Park Cemetery in Culver Metropolis, California. Richard leaves powering his spouse, Elizabeth Gluck, whom he married in 1957. They had two youngsters collectively, Gregory and Victoria, and he also had a daughter, Lynda, from a previous relationship to Corrine Newman.
During his illustrious job, Sherman garnered various accolades, which include two Oscars and a few Grammy Awards. His perform, usually in partnership with his brother Robert, left an indelible mark on the leisure industry.\
Disney CEO Bob Iger paid tribute, stating, “Richard Sherman was the embodiment of what it suggests to be a Disney Legend, making beloved classics that have grow to be a cherished part of the soundtrack of our lives. From films like ‘Mary Poppins’ and ‘The Jungle Book’ to attractions like ‘It’s a Small Earth,’ the audio of the Sherman Brothers has captured the hearts of generations.”
Pete Docter, Chief Imaginative Officer at Pixar Animation Studios, also expressed his admiration: “You really do not get music like ‘Spoonful of Sugar’ without having a real adore of lifestyle, which Richard handed on to all people fortunate sufficient to be close to him. Even in his 90s, he experienced additional strength and enthusiasm than any one, and I normally remaining renewed by Richard’s infectious joy for lifetime.”
Film historian Leonard Maltin shared his views, noting, “The Sherman brothers have been qualified optimists who uncovered a fantastic patron in Walt Disney. Their music experienced an upbeat outlook that spilled over into Richard’s everyday living, which was not without its problems and worries.”
Richard Sherman was born on June 12, 1928, in New York City. He and his brother followed in their father’s footsteps, who was also a songwriter. In 1937, the spouse and children moved to Beverly Hills, where Richard attended Beverly Hills Superior University, learning a variety of instruments like the piano and flute. He graduated in 1946, undertaking for the duration of the ceremony with classmate Andre Previn, who later gained 4 Oscars.
In 1953, Richard was drafted into the U.S. Army, serving in the Army Band until 1955. He attended Bard University in New York, majoring in tunes. Soon after graduation, Richard and Robert started producing tunes collectively, founding their new music publishing enterprise, the Audio Planet Corporation, in 1958. Their song “Tall Paul,” sung by Annette Funicello, achieved the top 10, catching Walt Disney’s consideration. The Sherman brothers were subsequently employed as songwriters for the Walt Disney Firm.
In 1964, “Mary Poppins,” starring Julie Andrews and Dick Van Dyke, premiered with music by the Sherman brothers. The pursuing yr, they gained two Oscars for Best Score and Most effective Unique Song for “Chim Chim Cher-ee.” The legendary monitor “It’s a Smaller Environment (Right after All)” was also penned by them and showcased at the New York Entire world Good in 1964.
Richard’s other main movie scores involved “Chitty Chitty Bang Bang” (1968), “The Aristocats” (1970), “The Jungle Book” (1967), and “Charlotte’s Web” (1973). Throughout his vocation, he was nominated for nine Oscars, successful two, and acquired 3 Grammy Awards. In 2005, the Sherman brothers were inducted into the Songwriters Hall of Fame and named Disney Legends in 1990.
Richard also contributed to stage musicals these types of as “Chitty Chitty Bang Bang,” “Mary Poppins,” “A Spoonful of Sherman,” and “Bedknobs and Broomsticks.” Their songs prolonged over and above film, like the track “You’re Sixteen,” sung by Johnny Burnette in 1960 and afterwards coated by Ringo Starr in 1973.
My Husband Said His Job Was Sending Him on a Work Conference — Then I Found Out He Was at a Wedding
When Lee’s husband claims he’s flying out for a work conference, she trusts him, until a Facebook photo shatters the illusion. No podium, no conference, just a wedding… and his ex. What follows isn’t a meltdown. It’s a reckoning. A calm, calculated confrontation that redefines trust and a quiet strength that shows exactly what betrayal costs.
When Jason told me he had to fly out of state for a last-minute marketing conference, I didn’t question it.
He’s in sales. Conferences happen. He even showed me the email with the company header, bullet-point itinerary, flight details.
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“Lee, I’m going to be super busy, honey,” he’d said. “I’m probably going to be off the grid for most of the weekend. So, don’t worry about me! You take time off and enjoy yourself.”
“Yeah, I may do a spa weekend,” I said, thinking out loud.
I packed his garment bag myself. I made sure that the suit was pressed correctly. I slipped in his favorite tie, the blue one that I always said made his eyes look softer. He laughed and kissed my forehead.
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“Don’t miss me too much,” he said.
I watched him walk through security and disappear. I trusted him the same way you trust gravity. I thought that if anything, we had enough trust in our marriage.
But then everything changed two days later. I was scrolling through Facebook on a lazy Sunday afternoon, mindlessly sipping tea and avoiding laundry, when I saw it.
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My husband. My hard-working husband. Jason.
Not behind a podium. Not shaking hands at a conference.
Oh no, my husband was standing at the altar wearing the suit I had packed. He was grinning like he was the happiest man in the world. He had a glass of champagne in one hand and a little box of confetti in the other.
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He was a best man in a wedding I hadn’t been told about.
In a photo that clearly I was never supposed to see. And standing next to him? Emily, his ex. The one that he swore was ancient history.
But they looked anything but history. They looked… familiar. Like they had been together all along.
“What the actual hell, Jason?” I said to the empty living room.
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My fingers hovered over the screen like they didn’t belong to me. I zoomed in without meaning to, as if seeing his smile up close might make it make sense. But it didn’t.
He was happy. He was content and relaxed. Like someone who hadn’t lied to the woman waiting for him at home.
I felt the air go thin, like my lungs forgot how to take it in.
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My first instinct wasn’t rage. It was grief. Like something sacred had quietly died in the background and no one had told me.
I sat there for a long time, frozen in that moment between disbelief and devastation, trying to convince myself there had to be an explanation.
But I knew better.
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I’d packed that suit with love. I’d even slid one of my sleeping t-shirts into his suitcase so that he could smell me on his clothes. Instead, this man had worn that suit like a weapon, armed with the blue tie that I adored on him.
I didn’t scream though. But something inside me went silent. It was as though someone had plugged all my sound.
But that silence?
It was louder than any fury.
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Jason came home on Monday evening. He smelled like hotel soap and something expensive that I couldn’t pinpoint but was sure I hadn’t packed. He looked tired. Like someone who spent the weekend performing, not working.
He kissed my cheek like nothing had happened. Like he hadn’t stood at an altar in front of strangers while I sat at home believing he was “off the grid.”
“Please tell me that you cooked?” he asked. “I missed your cooking, Lee! Hotel food is great and all, but home food? Yes, ma’am.”
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I looked at him like he had grown antennae.
“Not yet,” I said. “But there is something we need to talk about before we make dinner.”
He followed me to the living room, where I had a clipboard on the coffee table.
“I’ve made a list of upcoming events that I’ll be attending without you. Let’s run through them together.”
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“What?” Jason blinked, already off balance. “What do you mean? We always attend events together. Even if only one of us is invited, we always make a plan, Lee!”
Aah, Jason. You stupid fool, I thought. You’re digging your grave even deeper.
“Well, I suppose things change… life is expensive now. People can only afford a certain number of guests. This is just so we’re clear on our new standard for marital communication.”
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He opened his mouth, confused but I handed him the clipboard anyway.
At the top, in clean, deliberate ink:
Lee’s Upcoming Itinerary
Thursday: Daniel’s art show. Opening night, downtown.
Saturday: Girls’ trip to Serenity Spa Resort (adults only, co-ed pool).
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Next Week: Networking dinner at Bistro (attending solo, red dress ready).
Two Weeks: Chelsea’s birthday dinner.
He read the list in silence, his mouth pressed into a thin line.
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I leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed.
“Daniel? Your ex-boyfriend?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I said. “Don’t worry. I won’t mention any of this until after it happens. You don’t need to know, right? Since that’s how we do things now, right?”
His head snapped up.
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“Lee, come on. This isn’t the same. It was work…”
“Don’t lie,” I said simply. “Because you lied about it all. And your lie involved tuxedos and speeches and an ex-girlfriend in a bridesmaid dress?”
He opened his mouth but I kept going. My voice didn’t rise. It didn’t have to.
“I don’t know if you slept with her or anything, Jason. I really don’t. But I know you lied. You crafted a whole fake weekend. You made me think you were unreachable because you were working, when really, you just didn’t want to answer any of my calls in case she was nearby. Right?”
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He stared at the clipboard like it had personally betrayed him.
“I… I messed up,” he said, his voice cracking around the edges.
That was it. Not “I’m sorry.” Not “It meant nothing.”
Just… I messed up.
“Yeah, you did,” I said.
And then I walked past him. Because when trust cracks like that, even forgiveness walks with a limp.
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After that night, we didn’t speak much.
Not because we were giving each other the silent treatment… but because we didn’t know what words to use. Everything felt too big. Too sharp.
He hovered like a man on eggshells, trying to do things right without knowing what “right” looked like anymore. And I moved through the days on autopilot, brushing my teeth beside him, making dinner, folding his t-shirts with hands that weren’t sure what they were holding onto.
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I wasn’t ready to leave. But I wasn’t ready to forgive him either.
Jason and I didn’t end our marriage.
So I did what I always did when I didn’t have the answer. I made a plan. I found a therapist and I made the appointment.
And when I told him he was coming with me, he didn’t argue. He just nodded. Like he knew he should’ve offered before I even had to ask.
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Because when trust breaks, the first step isn’t forgiveness. It’s seeing if the pieces still fit.
We sat side by side on a faux-leather couch in a beige room with neutral paintings and a therapist who asked gentle questions like landmines.
Jason deleted his Facebook account. I watched him tap through the settings and confirm it. We shared passwords. Calendars. He sent texts when he was five minutes late and asked before making plans.
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He got quieter. Listened more. He flinched every time the topic turned to Emily.
But something in me had shifted.
I smiled through some of the sessions and said all the right things, but in the quiet spaces—in bed, in the car, making toasted sandwiches—I felt it.
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The ground wasn’t level anymore.
The man I used to trust without question had introduced doubt into the blueprint. The tiny tremors hadn’t stopped, even if the apology had been offered.
And sometimes, healing feels less like mending and more like learning how to live with the crack.
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People sometimes ask how we moved past it, how I stayed with Jason… how I forgave him. They ask carefully, like the answer might undo something in their own lives.
I don’t offer any clichés. I don’t say “because I loved him,” or “because people make mistakes.” Those things are true, but they aren’t the reason.
The truth is quieter.
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After everything unraveled, after the Facebook post and the confrontation and the shaky apology, I sat alone at the kitchen table one night and wrote a list. Not the playful, pointed list I gave him with the clipboard.
A real one. Private.
I wrote down every opportunity I could have taken to betray him right back. The moments I could have used my pain as a license to be reckless. The people who would’ve welcomed me if I’d reached out.
The invitations I could have accepted without explanation. The places I could have gone where he wouldn’t have followed.
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I wrote it all out. Line by line.
And then I looked at it for a long time.
There’s a kind of power in knowing what you could do and choosing not to. It doesn’t feel like weakness. It feels like clarity.
I realized I wasn’t staying out of passivity. I was staying because I still believed something could be rebuilt, maybe not the exact shape we had before, but something real.
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Something honest.
Trust isn’t a light switch. It doesn’t come back the second someone says “I messed up.” It’s slow. Uneven. Sometimes you think it’s returning, only to feel it vanish again the moment something feels off.
Therapy was an eye-opener. Jason listened more than he spoke. I spoke more than I wanted to. There were moments when we couldn’t look each other in the eye.
But we stayed in the room.
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What brought us through wasn’t grand gestures. It was the accumulation of small choices. A hundred moments where he had to earn back something he never should’ve gambled.
And for me, it was that list. It was knowing what I could’ve done and choosing not to.
That choice, quiet and unseen, became the foundation for everything that came after.
We’re still here. Still building. Still flawed.
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But I don’t flinch when he says that he has a work trip. I don’t check flight confirmations or second-guess a photo someone else posts online. That’s not because I forgot.
But it’s because he remembered to be truthful and honest and to honor our vows.
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What would you have done?
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