I have long had this assertion that, at any given time, there is one famous person everyone just sort of agrees is a genuinely good person.
For a long time, for me, it was Mr. Rogers. There was something comforting about Fred Rogers simply existing in the world. He seemed kind, gentle, and fundamentally decent. When he died, it felt like we had lost one of the good ones.
Then, eventually, that person became Betty White. She was funny, warm, irreverent, and somehow managed to remain beloved across generations. When Betty died, just a few weeks shy of her 100th birthday, it genuinely felt like the world had lost something.
And then there was Dolly.





