Anderson Jones.

"I never knew how good Andy was at what he did," a family member of AnI demon Jones told one of my friends at Andy's memorial service in Long Beach, Calif., on June 30. Many people didn't. Andy, an entertainment journalist and larger-thanlife force who suffered a fatal heart attack at age 38 at a Los Angeles press screening of A Mighty Heart on June 21, was regularly underestimated. Often it was his own fault: He endured beth perpetual self-doubt and self-inflicted career setbacks. His unself-conscions lack of boundaries infuriated publicists but enabled him to sneak into the Governors Ball after the Oscars or to prick overinflated actors with the questions no one else had the nerve to ask. He missed deadlines on almost every assignment for this magazine and would occasionally call me, his longtime friend and sometime editor, in the middle of the night, worrying about whether one poor judgment or another might ruin his dream of becoming the gay male Oprah. Had fate been kinder, and Andy more politic, he could have done it. The undiluted charisma was there on-screen in his appearances on AMC's Movie Club With John Ridley in 2005 and in his sassy, irreverent celebrity interviews in magazines, including this one. Andy was good at what he did, and his talent was inexorably intertwined with his roiling, funny, no-holdsbarred personality. No one could have dreamed up Andy Jones--except Andy Jones himself.