
The no-one-saw-it-coming death of Eric Bauza has hit a lot of people, in and outside the animation industry, hard. That's in part because the man was so accessible and friendly. He said yes to every event, every panel, every request for his participation. When I asked him to appear on the Cartoon Voices panel at Comic-Con last July, it was an instant yes and he acted like I was doing him a favor. What he did professionally, he did very well and he was delighted to demonstrate his skills for anyone and everyone.
I'm getting questions about the future of the many characters he voiced in recent years. One was from a reporter who seems to want to sensationalize the matter into an article that could be headlined with the highly clickable question, "Is this the end of Bugs Bunny?" No, no and no. The deaths of Greg Burson and Joe Alaskey, who had those jobs before Eric, didn't harm Bugs for one carrot-chomping second.
More to the point: If the passing of Mel Blanc didn't mean the end of such beloved, highly-merchandisable characters as Bugs and Daffy, the death of any given Blanc imitator won't. I can think of more than a dozen actors who've been Bugs and/or Daffy and/or Porky and/or Tweety and/or all the rest, post-Mel. Unless and until A.I. claims the job — which I sure hope will never happen but probably will — there will always be a job for a soundalike and those who wanna fill the position.

And most likely, none of the human beings involved will be the voice of Bugs Bunny. They'll, at most, be a voice of Bugs Bunny: One of several. Having a deep bench makes it possible for each person put in charge of a Bugs project to select the actor he or she thinks cam give them the Bugs voice they want. It also makes it difficult (if not impossible) for any one of them to demand markedly-above-scale fees. Mel could but he was Mel.
As I must have written here before but am too tired to go find, there was a time years ago when the Warner Brothers Cartoon Studio, such as it was, was run by a lovely, long-suffering film editor named Hal Geer. And if you're wondering why a film editor was in that position, this was a time when the primary Bugs Bunny output was old Bugs Bunny — specials made up by pasting-together vintage clips with a minimum of new footage as the glue. Mel was still alive and his services were necessary for that glue. He did not come cheap.
Hal, who was always almost about to hire me to script said glue, would invite me to lunch with him at a now-defunct Burbank restaurant called the Kosherama. It was a two-menu eatery — one for Chinese Food, one for Jewish Deli grub, both darn tasty. Every single time Hal and I met there, the producer Ray Stark was at the next table, sometimes with Neil Simon. They'd be talking about hiring Walter Matthau, who wanted way too much money. Hal would be complaining about how much Mel Blanc commanded.
Me? I thought Mel was a bargain at any amount. And after all, he was receiving bupkis when Warners monetized "What's Opera, Doc" for the umpteen jillionth time. Upcharging for his new services was how Mel made back the money he wasn't being paid for those reruns. He was not exactly starving widows and orphans with his demands.
Once he passed, there was this group of a dozen-or-more guys filling his shoes, some surprisingly well but never to the total exclusion of the others. Noting the "too soon" deaths of Burson and Alaskey — both of whose funerals I spoke at — some are now suggesting that if not a curse, voicing Bugs (et al) is such a taxing, demanding job that it has now claimed another victim. I think that's nutty. They, like Eric Bauza, died for the same reasons lots of people die before they're 90+. Those reasons include not taking proper care of one's self. I don't know that Eric did or didn't but either way, that's a mistake lots of people make, including many doing their dream jobs.
Whether I know you or not, please take good care of yourself. Find yourself a good physician and see that person whenever something about you doesn't feel right and from time to time, when nothing seems to be wrong. If you're not going to do this for your own well-being, do it for those who love you and would like to have you in their lives for as long as possible.
When Hal Geer finally got around to making actual offers to me to write those Bugs Bunny cut-and-paste specials, I was too busy to accept. The job passed on to a pal of mine named Jack Enyart. I'm not blaming this on working on Bugs specials either but I spoke at Jack's funeral too, many years before he should have been taken from us.