Mike
Photo Lily Massee
Mike Massee
September 1, 1952 – October 20, 2016
Bellevue 60’s
Ramtuelle - 60’s
NYC - 2009
Bellevue
With Éric
With Pascal
Photos Pascal Perquis
Photos Vincent Warin
Waiting for Happy - Clinique de Neuilly
7 sentier de la Bourgogne
Bellevue - 1967
Bellevue - 1968
Los Angeles - 2016
With Jack and Etta
From Jack
With Lily
With Rosy and Sam
With Jack
Lil
Photos Mity ?
En famille...
At the store
Los Angeles - 2016
With Jack on the set (date and title movie?)
With Holly - Paris
Photo Vincent Warin
Max Blagg – In Memoriam Mike Massee Mike Massee was born in Kansas City, Missouri in 1952, not in Paris as I had long imagined. But the family moved to France in 1954, and he was lucky enough to be raised there rather than Missouri… Like Toto, he went back to Kansas eventually and enrolled in college, but soon dropped out to travel the world. I don’t know his full itinerary, but before landing in New York, he stopped off in Corsica for a year, working as a carpenter… A carpenter in Corsica, that phrase immediately triggers a fantasy of Mike, claw hammer swinging from his belt, hastily boarding the last ferry back to Nice, pursued by irate and heavily armed Corsican fathers. We worked together for while at Raoul’s, a scruffy little French joint in pre-Chanel Soho, notable for its excellent food and the eccentricity of some of its staff. Catrine’s tattooed ear lodges in the memory still. Vlladimir, the high speed, porn mad Bosnian busboy, Rob Jones, maître dee extraordinaire whose Dusty Springfield imitation packed the house nightly, Philip-Daniel Niven sans cheveux. I was an angry bird bartender and Mike a similarly enthusiastic waiter. On certain nights, a plethora, (a plethora I say), of lissome beauties would manifest and drape themselves about the bar, all drinking French champagne at wholesale prices, and I realized one weeknight when my only customer was Bob Bolles, frightening the horses and the end of the bar, complaining bout the short pour count of his double Jack Daniels, that it was on the nights Mike worked that the beauties gathered, mirages in the desert of Prince Street. That honey-sliding-over-stone inflected voice could remove lingerie at thirty feet. I would swear on a barsteak medium rare that I even saw that seedy miracle occur on more than one occasion. Hey it was the 80s! Sex not sexting, drugs not hugs. On the floor Mike was a nightmare for guys expecting to impress their date by wooing them with fine victuals and wines in that hard-to-get booth at Raoul’s, and once ensconced, to discover this way too good looking guy looming over them, often speaking in elegant French before insisting in gravelly New Yorkese that they order from the steep end of the wine list. The macho bankers and bushytailed brokers quickly found themselves on the ropes as their companions melted like ice cream in their profiteroles. But we are not gathered here to snark... Back then it was obvious that he was going places, and when that
devilish mug began to light up our TV and movie screens, no-one who knew him was at all surprised. He had the looks, the talent, the sharpened elbows. But as he began his ascent, Fate or the gods, whatever you want to call them, intervened, in the form of a tragic accident on a movie set for which Mike had to bear the weight. And did so nobly, because he was a true warrior, he was a man you would want to have by your side in a fist fight or a firefight or in the trenches at Raoul’s jamming Cindy’s radar or simply dishing the suits armed with credit cards who swarmed the bar nightly in search of that elusive Bohemian veneer. After this derailment, Mike left the acting profession for a while, but eventually returned, moving to Hollywood, starting a family and making movies with David Lynch, David Fincher and Wim Wenders, among others. But the gods, apparently not satisfied with what they had already laid on him, returned again with a more brutal burden, and he shouldered that affliction and ought it hard, helped by the powerful love of his family – as someone said, “If sibling love could kill cancer, he would have won.” Mike leaves behind his mother, Holly, and siblings, Happy, Robin ad Kim, and their children, and the two children he adored, Lily and Jack, who live with his widow Ellen in Los Angeles. This gathering is to celebrate his eternal spirit, to feel its resonance in our hearts today. I will close with a few words from an elegant and eloquent French writer, Marguerite Yourcenar, giving voice to the Emperor Hadrian’s grief over the loss of his great love, but secure in the knowledge that the person remains forever present... he will recognize the way and the guardians of the threshold will let him pass and he will come and go around those who love him for millions of days...
Diego
Kim
I’m not really good at writing speeches, I don’t really know how to start or how to proceed with it but I just wanted to say thank you. Thank for inspiring me so much with what I want to do with my life. I’ll always remember when you told me in Corsica, that day when you saw Cowboy Angels at the Birman’s house for the first time with the whole family. I couldn’t watch it, i knew that movie by heart. I came to see you after and I asked you: “So what do you think ?” You looked at me and you said: “Man, you’re an actor Diego. It took me 30 years to learn how to act but you were born with it brother”. It meant the world to me. That’s really when I said to myself: This is what I want to do, there’s nothing I like more than acting ! But my mom told me : Finish school first and then you can do whatever you want ! And so I did that, wise decision. I came to New York when I was done and you, my uncle, recommended that I go to The Neighborhood Playhouse, the theater school that you went to. I couldn’t be more grateful for your guidance. I’m following your path and I’m learning so much everyday. You showed me the way and I couldn’t be more proud. Thank you. Thank you for your kindness. Thank you for everything you’ve done. Thank you for bringing so much love and happiness to our family. You will always be in my heart. I will honor you in my art and with my life. I love you Mike. Rest In Peace.
It’s hard for me to talk about Mike in the past, so I decided to write to him in the way I usually adress him in my thoughts, that is, in the present. Dear Mike, I need to thank you for letting me come and be by your side this last year. It was a priviledge and an honor, and though we all wished it would have been under healthier circumstances, I think I can safely say that we will all be forever grateful for the precious time we got to spend with you. To experience you... so kind and caring, thoughtful and generous, so gracious in your suffering and above all, forever curious of all people and the wonder of their lives, all this on a daily basis was a lesson to me. And, of course, it was fun too! So while it seemed like I kept jumping on a plane, flying back to your rescue, it felt to me like you were coming to mine. The thing about you Mike, is that you made me feel special. That’s what you did, Mike, you made people feel special, or should I say, «deeply understood». In your low key, dry humoured way, and because you always said it like it is, when I would say to you «Je t’aime, Mike» and you would answer, «Je t’aime aussi», I knew it was true. I don’t miss you, Mike, because you are always here with me. Wherever I go, you go. Whatever beautiful thing I see, you see, and when I love someone, you love them too. I only wish I could hold your hand again, because that too, you let me do.
Hap
Robin
The past few weeks I’ve been thinking about all these things to say about Mike. Stories that would make you laugh, stories that would make cry, and some that would make most people cringe, but I decided to keep it short, and simply talk about how I will deeply miss him. This past year was a year of bringing us back together, a year to heal, put the past behind us, and make the most of our brotherhood. It was kind of surprising how after so many years of living in different cities on different paths, how we were able, in seemingly no time at all, get back to that place of when we felt invincible, living together in NY in the early 80’s. Mike had nine lives and last year ran out of them. But before he did, he told me one day during one of our many drives around LA, that he wanted to thank me for everything I had done for him and everything I did for his family. I told him in a very Massee way “Yea, of course no problem” with a big lump in my throat. Today I want to tell you in a not so Massee way, you’re welcome, and I will always be there for you the way you were always there for me. Now Mike you are gone, leaving me to deal with all the women in our family by myself I promise you I will try to keep it all together like you asked me. I will miss you, miss your strength, your humor, my brother.
I am one of “all the women in our family” Hap mentioned he had been left to deal with all by himself. Hap, as I told Mike all year, “I have your back”, and I now promise you: “I have yours”. Thank you all for your memories of our brother. So many have written “Mike was such a good friend to me”. We are hearing that tonight. Mike is with us. Mike and I were Irish twins, born 3 days less than a year apart. When we were young, Dad would sometimes call Mike “booboo”... To me, he was the best booboo Mom and Dad ever made... My twin is gone but with me always. Telling me not to cry. And always sharing his unwavering love and caring through thick and thin. I take comfort in this poem Mike’s son, Jack, age 13, wrote for him on his birthday this past Sept 1st: So the Dragon lit up the night With his fire so bright But the townspeople merely wept «I’m not sure what we’ll do We’ll not survive without you» The dragon looked down with his breath infernal And laughed, «Silly mortals, dragons are eternal.»
Mariana
Holly Miller
I met him as a PJ’d tot Watched him assume an adult’s lot Raised in France, un mec of course He graduated from La Source Off to Kansas for more study Time with Penny a good buddy Percolating all this time A love for theatre like good wine He braved Manhattan’s crowded boards Seeking parts among the hoards Funny, able., captivating Found plays with stories worth relating And never seemed to have to beg To have a chance to break a leg No thought of throwing in the towel If needed, jobs like at Raoul Soon California caught his eye And cinema seemed worth a try He had his knocks but persevered Got many roles some of them weird And then his greatest part began Life cast him as a family man Mike has left us far too soon But his example is a boon If we listen as we ought To what his final battle taught How will and courage can transcend Staunch and valiant to the end Mate, Dad, sibling, son and friend.
SKIING My earliest memories of Mike were our winter trips en famille in the 60’s to Switzerland and France to go ski. Mike was a beautiful skier and because he was 6 years older than me I was always very impressed by him. We would all spend the day on the slopes, rain, snow or shine. It was a bittersweet experience. But the evenings were always fun, loud and hectic. The parents would cook dinner, big family style dinners from chili con carne to fondue Savoyarde to left over turkey from Christmas. The one rule in the house was: the parents cook, the kids clean. After dinner the parents would disappear and we were all left to wash and dry the dishes (no dishwasher then) and clean the surfaces. Needless to say huge arguments would occur on who would wash and who would dry. By the end, the dish towels would be soaked and we would start snapping them on each other’s butts. It started out being fun as we chased each other around the kitchen but every once in awhile someone would get an epic snap and it would hurt like hell... I always remember having to run as fast as I could, my heart pounding with excitement, when I saw Mike start twirling his towel around, a twinkle in his eye and that beautiful sideways smile of his. I knew I had to focus on dodging his snap which I mostly was able to but every once in a while he would nail me! Anyway, this was the routine every night in our family during Christmas and Easter vacation in Europe. RAMATUELLE Our summers were spent in Ramatuelle. Long lazy summer days, soaked in sunshine and gentle evening still air. We spent our days on the wide white sandy beaches, running into
the crystal clear Mediterranean Sea eating slightly sandy tomato and onion baguette sandwiches. Mike would spend many hours in the water letting us take turns climbing onto his shoulders and diving off... he was our super fun older cousin. We would all pile into our old, dusty station wagon, our bodies suntanned and salty and there was a mad rush into the front door for the shower. «Prems dans la douche» we would call for the shower but almost inevitably Mike would be the first to take a shower... being one of the oldest kids. Leonard Cohen’s music would fill the house as the parents began preparing dinner, glasses of rosé everywhere... KANSAS CITY Every two years the Massees and the Millers would spend the summer in Kansas City at our Grammy’s house. Coming from France and Italy, Kansas City was an exciting and surreal place for us. Grammy would wake us up early every morning and have us weed her garden which we hated doing. Because Mike was the oldest boy, he would have to mow the lawn at around noon with the summer sun beating down on him... after that we were allowed to go swimming at the country club. When Mike was 16 he had long wavy blond hair and Grammy could not stand it. We all loved it but it was an ongoing fight between him and Grammy to get his hair cut. Finally Grammy said she would give him a car if he went to the barbershop to get his hair cut. He eventually agreed. I went with him that day and sat next to him as the barber cut off his golden locks and shaved the back of his neck. He got the second hand Volkswagen bug but Grammy ended up winning the fight. ROME When Mike was about 18 he came to visit us in Rome with 3 of his friends. The boys had long wavy hair and the girls wore dresses over their jeans. I remember being shocked
hearts where he will always remain. He taught us love and, he also drove us to frustration at his hesitance to ground himself in the depths of his own beautiful soul. Michael and I traveled together for several stretches of our life journeys; some light and breezy, some dark, some stormy. Although I was often fearful of what lay ahead, Michael’s steady presence and open heart never wavered, it always comforted me and made me feel like I was never alone.
yet in complete awe of this cool, groovy group of young adults staying with us. The whole neighborhood was up in arms about la Signora Miller having all these Cappelloni living in her place. We were the scandal of piazza Margana. When we would walk out the door of our palazzo into the piazza, Flissy and I surrounded by this exotic group of hippies, we could feel the eyes of every Roman neighbor starring at us with disapproval. Che figura!!! (The shame of it!) We loved it!!! MIKE The years went by and we all moved on ...working, falling in and out of love, having kids, figuring out life. And then last year I got to see Mike more than I had in the past 30 years. Once we heard Mike was sick everything stopped. The whole family took turns and sometimes together would fly out to LA to be by Mike’s side. We reminisced about our childhood and our unusual upbringing, we talked about Grammy, his films and his kids, we shared and exchanged moments of our lives... We held hands, we sat and lay together. We were with each other. The incredibly sad yet incredibly profound time I
spent with Mike during his last months were the most moving, gentle, close and loving moments I ever felt with him. Time stood still and nothing mattered but our time together. Mike taught me to be brave and strong just like he was yet he remained vulnerable and so purely genuine. I feel deeply lucky to have had that precious time with my beautiful cousin. He will be in my heart and soul forever.
Michael was a mirror to us, reflecting an unending love of life, of people, of all that was living, a noble heart that was loyal and giving and a deep belief that we are all here to live and let live, to place no judgments on others but only love them and give them space to be. We will miss that mirror, the comfort of knowing that whatever happened in our lives, we always had someone who believed that we were fine just the way we were and would wash away our worries with laughter and sly wit. Thank you Michael for bringing us all together in love, the way you always wanted, the way you lived your life... We will never forget you.
Felicity Miller What to say of a man who encompassed all the vastness of unconditional love, untethered passion, fearless flight and at the same time, a wounded heart, a fearful pray running from a cruel and vicious world…I would call him human, gloriously human. It was the interplay of all that he was, the messy dance of extremes, the warrior and the wounded child, the expression of unconditional love and the builder of protective walls, the open mind and the hidden emotions that made Michael who he was: vulnerable, honest, sharp, always able to see the truth behind every human scheme and make us all laugh at the folly of our contradictions. From the moment he entered this life, Michael marched into our
When Mike passed away on a mangé des huitres et des steak-frites en son honneur !
Shared by friends
In 1969 I met Mike. I immediately was attracted to this young man who was frank and did not put on airs. I remember going to a ‘boum’ (party) in Paris and just as I entered a guy came running up to me and greeted me with enthusiasm. It was your brother Mike. It is no secret that Mike lived a very adventurous life et he gave himself 200% to everything he lived but he was a straight guy. Xavier Martin
We remember a warm man, an artist, original and friendly. François and Françoise Lemarchand
I remember the very first time I met him at KU. I wish I had a picture of him and Lecia at that time...what an angelic pair they looked. I remember the first time I got off the plane in Paris, I was 18, and he and Lecia were waiting for me--coming from Morocco--keeping their promise they made in a letter months earlier that they would be there. I remember the times in Cornwall and Devon, Corsica, then seeing him and Lecia in LA and later when he was married to Ellen and they had their first child. Michael always scared me a little with his abandon when we were younger...but his big, generous heart was as big as his smile. And he never wanted anyone to be left out. Victoria Feinberg
Mike’s talent and energy -his presence- did not go unnoticed by anyone, I believe. I never met his children…and hope you will convey to them this note that speaks of my sadness of his passing. His brief presence in my life is indelible, and, distant from each other though we were, I will miss him. Mark Feinberg
He is a very brave man. I keep thinking ... How would any of us face what he has been facing... he has remained kind throughout. It is truly remarkable. I am sure you are very sad today. I am sad too. There is nobody like Michael- such a big personality- a generous heart, a great sense of humor even in the worst of times, kind and thoughtful of others and yet so
determined and resilient. We all learned about the depth of his goodness in his illness. He has been so good to the kids and Ellen, and deeply appreciative of all his family, and the people who cared for him. These qualities of his personality persist though he is physically absent, and I know will continue to be a great comfort to you. Our relationships with him continue to grow, for each of us, in different and positive ways. Wendy Pires
What heartbreaking news. Mike’s battle and you three siblings’ devotion has been such an inspirational, outstanding example of courageous loving humans and it is horrible to think that Cancer is such an unforgiving, merciless foe. I have so many memories of Mike from the first time I met him in his PJs at a party at your parents’ house on New Year’s Eve in1954 (age...) until I last saw him at Kim’s screening a few years ago. Paul and I substituted for your parents at his High School Graduation (your mother and father were with Penny in Rome because of Jerry’s death)
and I visited him once with your parents at the Rehab in New Jersey. I also saw a few of his initial acting jobs in New York, usually it seems sweeping the floor in a bar, and he gallantly played tennis with me in doubles a few times in Meudon (not and that I could ever return one ball hit by your mother.) He powered so gallantly through his victory over addiction, the hideous cruelty of fate involving the unknowingly loaded gun and clearly this last excruciating test. Mike was generous, courageous, unwaveringly loving and ever thankful for what he had. He will remain in my thoughts as a man of extraordinary strength, bravery and determination. (Besides being so handsome, talented and fun.) Mariana Fitzpatrick
Mike was a great friend to me over a long long stretch of time. You can quote me on that. I’m left hoping I was the same to him. I worry and regret perhaps not in these last few years. I’ll miss him always . Dana Wheeler-Nicholson
Deepest condolences. I loved him very much he saved my life (literally) over 25 years ago. Blessings. Dana Bryant
Heartbroken for you Kim, Happy, Robin. If only sibling love cured cancer he would have made it. Lucie Morgan
I will never forget the bravery and kindness he showed throughout his illness. He is a hero Claudia Sussdorf
When I reflect on Mike, I see his beautiful smile. It is with great comfort and consolation to know that he is now in a very peaceful place. Your phenomenal support of him and being together to the bitter end is a true testament of your love. While I am sad that he is no longer with us, I am happy that he is now in a very serene place. I have the deepest appreciation for the love, attention, and care that you gave him. You, Kim and Hap can share being together as the outstanding family that you are in the
celebration of his life. May he rest in peace! To Mike, the essence of a great warrior who will be sincerely remembered by many of us! Elnora Egland
Mes pensées vous accompagnaient souvent ces derniers temps. Entre amis, il n’est pas besoin de mots pour sentir certaines choses. Je sais aussi que le team Massee aura su produire une énergie folle et jamais vaine. Pendant tous ces mois vous avez vécu sans futur mais dans un présent intense à infléchir des tendances. Nul doute que vous l’avez fait au mieux, nul doute que, vous connaissant, votre frère aura été accompagné aussi bien qu’on le souhaiterait quand la médecine a lâché prise. Bruno & Debbie Allais
Happy, je viens d’apprendre le décès de ton frère, Je ne sais comment exprimer la tristesse que je ressens. De nombreux souvenirs reviennent à ma mémoire. Meudon, la musique, les rires, la belle vie quoi ! Et puis son succés au théâtre OFF de N.Y. avec ta Maman Holl, Did. Enfin sa réussite dans le cinéma... II a eu une belle vie, forte, pleine, créative, intelligente. Accrochez vous à vos beaux et bons souvenirs pensez à la paix que lui apporte la fin des soufrances. La maladie est une saloperie de la vie, la mort est un soulagement pour les malades. Ne soyons pas égoïste ! Je t’embrasse bien fort. Je te demande de transmettre à tes soeurs toute ma sympathie, et mes sincères pensées amicales. Ce qui compte, ce ne sont pas les années qu’il y a eu dans la vie «C’est la vie qu’il y a eu dans les années» (Lincoln) Je t’embrasse bien fort.
Moments Mike kept his sense of humor until the end. Kim said to him: “Mike, there is no place I would rather be right now, than right here.” And, without missing a beat, Mike answered: “Well, I can think of a couple places I’d rather be... Quelle connerie... Ah la vie... ”
Régine Canaux
1957 ou 1958, Bellevue: Alors que l’année scolaire est déjà commencée, un matin d’automne la jardinière a à côté d’elle un petit garçon en ciré jaune. Elle dit: «Nous avons un nouveau, il s’appelle Michaël, il ne parle pas très bien le français mais il va vite l’appre ndre car nous allons tous l’aider. Bienvenu, Michaël». Et en quelques semaines «Eric et Mike» deviennent inséparables et lorsqu’il y a un problème, il est causé par Eric-et-Mike, qui quitteront La Source à la fin de la 7ème (un peu forcés, il faut bien le dire). Eric Auzoux
Mike fought tenaciously this past year. His doctor came by every morning in the last days at the hospital and told him: “You are a hero. We have still so much to learn to about this disease.” Dr. Decker
Michael Massee, 64, Screen Villain Haunted by the Accidental Death of Brandon Lee, Dies
Michael Massee, a character actor who played villains on television and film and who fired the gun on the set of The Crow that accidentally killed Brandon Lee in 1993, died on Oct. 20 in Los Angeles. He was 64.
In time, Mr. Massee returned to acting. He played a terrorist on the first season of the hit Fox action series 24 and a Satanist murderer on the NBC mini-series “Revelations” in 2005.
The cause was stomach cancer, said his wife, Ellen.
He also appeared in several high-profile films released in 1997: David Lynch’s Lost Highway, Steven Spielberg’s Amistad and Wim Wenders’s The End of Violence. More recently he played a mysterious gentleman in The Amazing Spider-Man (2012) and its sequel (2014).
Mr. Massee had appeared in two films, My Father Is Coming (1991) and “Home of the Angels” (1994), when he landed a role as a drug-addled gangster named Funboy in The Crow. The film starred Mr. Lee, the 28-year-old son of the martial-arts star Bruce Lee, as a rock musician who returns from the dead to wreak havoc on the gang members who murdered him and his fiancée. On the night of March 30, 1993, Mr. Massee was filming a scene in which Mr. Lee’s character dies. Mr. Lee was supposed to walk into an apartment and encounter four gang members attacking his lover, and Mr. Massee, as one of the thugs, was supposed to shoot him at close range with a revolver loaded with blanks. But when Mr. Massee pulled the trigger, the gunpowder in the blank cartridge ignited and fired a fragment of a bullet — probably part of a dummy shell that had been left in the gun’s barrel from an earlier scene — into Mr. Lee’s midsection. Mr. Lee collapsed and after hours of surgery, died in a hospital. The shooting was ruled an accident. Devastated, Mr. Massee took a long sabbatical. “I don’t think you ever get over something like that,” he told the entertainment news show Extra in 2005.
Michael Groo Massee was born in Kansas City, Mo., on Sept. 1, 1952, to Holly and Jack Groo Massee. The family moved to Paris, where Mr. Massee grew up. After high school, he moved to New York City, where he received a bachelor’s degree from Hunter College and studied acting at the Neighborhood Playhouse School of the Theater. Mr. Massee appeared in David Fincher’s gory serial-killer film Seven (1995) and in multiple episodes of the HBO drama Carnivàle as well as the TNT police procedural Rizzoli & Isles. He was also seen on Criminal Minds, Alias, The Blacklist and other shows. In 1997, he married Ellen Sussdorf, with whom he lived in Hollywood. He is also survived by his mother; two sisters, Kim and Robin Massee; a brother, Happy; a son, Jack; and a daughter, Lily Massee. DANIEL E. SLOTNIK OCT. 27, 2016
Some comments following Anthony Delon’s Announcement of Mike’s passing on Instagram - October 25, 2016
Some comments following Angie Harmon’s Twitter Announcement of Mike’s passing - October 26, 2016
• si triste...
• So sad. He was extremely talented and played the villain like a champ. #rip
• Toutes mes condolÊances a vous ses amis et a sa famille qu’il repose en paix • So long to a beautiful soul...
• Talented & great body of work. I can’t imagine a better villain than him as http://Hoyt.RIP
• Une grande tristesse, toutes mes condolÊances a tout ces amies et familles
• He will always be remembered as the one who made Jane SCARED out of her mind #RIPMichaelM #RIPHoyt @crystalDrew77
• Sad :(( so sad
• So sad right He was incredible #RIPMichaelMassee
• Merci pour cette triste information, que je vais relayer sur fb.com/ lynchland
• His talent was heavily underrated. RIP Michael, and condolences to his family and loved ones
• He will be missed. He was a super nice guy. Great with all his fans.
• Such sad news. He brought Hoyt to chilling and terrifying life! Brilliant portrayal RIP
• That’s very sad news. Such a talented guy. I will miss him a lot. May he rest in peace. • Solid actor - RIP • You were a great actor! You will be missed • Que pena...lamentablente cargo con una culpa que no era 100% de Êl ,solo siguió instrucciones... descansa en paz :( • Such a nice guy michael. • Was a lovely man and a great actor. Met him on Seven. RIP •R.I.P. Michael Massee anima libera insuperabile grande attore
• Such tremendously sad news. My thoughts/prayers go out to his family and friends • Awe,so sad. Some of my fav episodes where ones with ÂŤ HoytÂť. Amazing actor. R.I.P.xx • NNNOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!! • He was one heck of an actor. • He was SO BRILLIANT playing a nut! What a loss... • He was so gifted, I couldn’t look at him in Rizzoli & Isles because he was so convincing. Such a loss, far too young #RIP • Can’t believe Michael Massee as passed away :( amazingly eerie as Charles Hoyt just goes to show is brilliant talent • RIP Michael. You were undeniably the best villain I have ever watched. Condolences to friends and family. God Bless. đ&#x;’” • Tragic what a fine actor he was • Have to note that this immense actor turned in France with Anthony Delon... in ÂŤINTERVENTIONS ÂŤ... R.I.P
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