Here’s the Story, of a TV Mogul, Who Stopped Breathing One Lovely July Night

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Just sit right back and you’ll hear the tale
The tale of a fateful trip
That started down the river Styx
Clutched in death’s icy grip

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Deadwood Schwartz

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The Silver Platters Announce Reunion Tour to Pay for Headstone

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A Very Brady Funeral
(Additional accolades for Phil)

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Here's the Story... of a Corpse Named Sherwood!
(Can I get a whoop whoop for Terry?)

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The Minnow Has Been Lost
(Props to Phil)

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The Minnow Meets a Watery Grave
(Kudos to Phil)

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Hey Professor, you can built a radio out of coconuts, but you can't raise the dead?
(More merit for Phil)
Sherwood Schwartz, TV theme song auteur, has died at the age of 94. The Emmy-award winning writer of The Red Skelton Show had a vision for a sitcom bringing together a varied group of white people to serve as a microcosm for society that would enable him to explore some of the deeper questions of modern times, like what is man’s place in the universe?, has America developed an unbreachable schism between the classes?, and Mary Ann or Ginger? But as Schwartz assured concerned CBS Chairman William S. Paley, it’s a funny microcosm. Still, network executives were concerned that the show would be too high concept for casual viewers, forcing Schwartz to develop the iconic theme song to explain the show. After 3 seasons the show was canceled suddenly, pre-empting Schwartz’s planned finale revealing that the Minnow had actually sunk in the storm, taking all the “castaways” with it and that the island was actually purgatory and the giant incredibly fake spider and the bird that terrified it represented the good and evil sides of the island. Several years later, Schwartz tried to relax American taboos on the concept of incest with his open-minded take on family The Brady Bunch. Removing the blood relation to sneak around censors, Schwartz intended to show how to strengthen family bonds with bondage. Again, his show was canceled before Marcia got the chance to break something other than her nose up in Greg’s groovy attic apartment. Luckily, Alice and Sam were on hand to sex things up, with Sam’s job as a butcher giving a subliminal nod to talking about his meat. It’s About Time, about two astronauts cavorting with cavemen, Dusty’s Trail, basically Gilligan’s Island in a wagon train, and Big John, Little John, a sitcom built around Robbie Rist, best known as show running Cousin Oliver, were less well received.