Feb. 18, 1950-Aug. 6, 2009
He was unique. He really brought a whole style of film that was just him. We were very good friends for a while. I used to hang out at his house for a few years after we did Ferris Bueller’s Day Off. He was very private and quiet, but also very funny. And he loved the Jacuzzi. I can remember observing the bubbles collecting in our large shorts. We thought that was amazing. I was very shocked and affected when he died. I had pretty much lost touch with him, like a lot of people had. It appeared to us that he disappeared, but that’s not really the whole story. He became very much the family man and patriarch. In a way, I think he went back to what he always wanted. He had a different second act than we all would have expected.
Hughes died of cardiac arrest in New York City.