Jason Robards - Death

Death

A resident of the Southport section of Fairfield, Connecticut, Robards died of lung cancer in Bridgeport, Connecticut, on December 26, 2000 at the age of 78. He was cremated.

His death was mourned by both fans and actors. "He was the last of a breed of actors who dedicated themselves to a life in the theater. Without asking for the role, he was our elder statesman," said actor Kevin Spacey.

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