Diana â€œToo Much Too Soonâ€ Barrymore was no exception. John Barrymore was a kind and caring father, when he wasnâ€™t drunk, which wasnâ€™t often. After he died in â€™42 Diana became an actor and an alkie just like daddy. By â€™47, after a series of minor film roles, she was off on an alcoholiday with husband number two of her three failed marriages, brawling and slapping cops and generally putting the fun in functional alcoholic, just baby steps on her path to sanitariums and suicide attempts.
The Happy Couple, under arrest:
Diana pens TMTS and sees it made into a feature in â€™58; its most truthful element being Errol Flynn cast as boozehound John Barrymore (the bottle killed Flynn a year later). Despite the pictureâ€™s Hollywood endingâ€”she’s on the road to recovery!â€”Diana finally offs herself in 1960 at age 38. When life hands you a lemon, make lemonade. And put plenty of gin in it. And use it to wash down all the sleeping pills in your medicine cabinet.
â€œWhat the hell would I want with a dozen gladioli when I could have four roses?â€
(Yes, Diana was the sister of John Jr., the rageful child-beating drunk who whupped Drew â€œLittle Girl Lostâ€ Barrymore as a toddler. Drew became a preteen addict, but has thankfully since fallen under the sway of a famous womanizing, stock-swindling, acid-dropping midcentury occultist mysteriously named â€œBill W.â€)