Phyllis Diller used to say that freckles were kisses from the sun. Then, noting her own spotted complexion, she’d look skyward and wisecrack, “All right, lover. Enough!”
It wasn’t just the sun that loved Phyllis Diller, who died at her Brentwood home Monday at the age of 95. Her fans spanned generations and also included the top names in the business she fought so hard to break into – and then remained, to elicit gales of laughter for more than 50 years.