I am saddened to learn of the death yesterday of Ricardo Montalban, by all accounts a class act. William Shatner was probably not at his bedside in a Starfleet uniform, and his last words were probably not “From hell’s heart, I stab at thee. For hate’s sake, I spit my last breath at thee.” But I prefer to picture it that way.

And considering his diverse and accomplished career, he’d probably be annoyed at my fantasy of him walking through the gates of heaven saying “Smiles, everyone, smiles!” But still — I prefer to picture it that way.