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Carrie Fisher's ashes are resting inside a giant Prozac pill.




At a memorial on Friday, she had the last laugh.

Some of Carrie Fisher’s ashes were scattered near her mother, Debbie Reynolds, at Forest Lawn Memorial Park in Los Angeles, California, on Friday morning.

Some of Carrie Fisher’s ashes were scattered near her mother, Debbie Reynolds, at Forest Lawn Memorial Park in Los Angeles, California, on Friday morning.

“Carrie’s favorite possession was a giant Prozac pill that she bought many years ago. A big pill,” Todd explained to E! of the urn. “She loved it, and it was in her house, and Billie and I felt it was where she’d want to be.”

Fisher spoke openly about her bipolar disorder throughout her adult life, and was never one to shy away from a Prozac joke or two, either. In a 2009 interview, she said that her kitchen tiles were “shaped and labeled like enormous tablets of Prozac,” which, again, is objectively fantastic. We miss you, Carrie.


*I met Carrie Fisher a few years ago at the L.A. airport, we were both in the lounge on a long layover. I knew who she was and wanted to leave her with privacy. Other people were going up to her for autographs, trying to exchange in pleasantries and other predictable acts. She was as gracious as she could be to all of them but could see she was getting annoyed.

After a couple of hours or so, they called us for boarding for which she was so grateful (I could tell.) When she walked past me, she gave me the cutest wink. I smiled and nodded. Forever cherish this memory, hopefully alzheimer's will never rob me of this moment.
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