August 19, 1924 - June 11, 2003
"Let the cartooooooooooon beginnnn!"
Marshall was born in Indiana - and was of African and Indian descent. Wait... I'm going to stop.
See Blacula. I hadn't watched it in a couple of decades - and I've watched it at least 3 times in the last two weeks. It's got everything - in wondrous un-pc glory.
shall pay, black prince!"
Where else can you hear the foxy Denise Nicholas from Room 222 utter the line,
"You ain't getting this nigga in no graveyard tonight?"
We never hear, "Who in the hell would want a dead faggot?" in a movie anymore. Well, not in my world anyway. Or a funeral director saying, "He was white, you know. We don't get many whites in here." It's damn dated and damned funny. A lot of it enforces stereotypes - but so what? Stereotypes exist for a reason. I can deal with the two purse toting giggly gays examining antiques, "ooh you silly lamp queen!" because it's stupid, and it's funny.
Now, William Marshall was a Shakespearean blactor...
to Blacula. Complete with: fros, bulges, hot pants and a
The Hues Corporation (Rock the Boat) - obviously intent on RIPPING down the fourth wall with a vengeance and consuming the scenery. As a bonus, when the band is long gone you can see the background extras pretending to dance to no music at all. Fantastic.
William was also in an episode of Star Trek, which has earned him a place in (I say this with love) Nerd-dom forever. I found this terrific website with a page devoted to Marshall. There is no way I could come up with better information than the The Museum of Uncut Funk. I bow to them.
Mr. Marshall lived in what seems to be a ranch, in Pacoima - a luxurious suburb of Los Angeles.
His partner of 42 years was Sylvia
Gussin Jerrico and he has 4 children.
Later in life - apparently to please his grandchildren, Marshall took the role of The King of Cartoons on Pee Wee's Playhouse - earning him a new generation of fans. He was also part of (I've said this before) the best hour of television ever created, Pee Wee's Christmas Special. The King of Cartoons grants Annette a wish by letting her use the remote and introduce the cartoon. That earns him a one way ticket to heaven as far as I'm concerned.
Marshall was suffering from diabetes and Alzheimer's, eventually he had to leave his home and be put into more long term care in North Hollywood.
It was in this facility that he died, on June 11, 2003.
He was 78 years old.
Marshall was cremated and his ashes were given
to a loved one.
A memorial service was held, and Marshall was eulogized by Sidney Poitier, Paul Winfield, Ivan Dixon and Marla Gibbs.
Rest in Peace - Black Prince.
Coolness, someone owns the Blacula tuxedo jacket!
Wanna see his mailbox?
More: Marshall once understudied for Boris Karloff. The irony does not escape me.
Thank you Jayne Osborne for the pictures of Castle Blacula.
A Doll. I want.