Tanya Roberts was one of the sexiest and funniest actresses of her time, dazzling audiences with her stunning beauty and talent in That ’70s Show and Charlie’s Angels.
Tragically, her unexpected passing was marked by confusion, as her boyfriend mistakenly announced her death , adding a bizarre twist to the loss of this vibrant star.
Before we dive into the bizarre circumstances surrounding Tanya Roberts’ passing, let’s take a moment to celebrate her incredible contributions to the screen.
In a world where her legacy seems somewhat overlooked today, a closer look at her impressive career reveals just how unforgettable she truly was. And I’m sure she created cherished memories for many of you reading this.
Running away from home
Born Victoria Leigh Blum in 1949, Tanya Roberts grew up in the gritty Bronx of New York City. The little girl with ice-blue eyes lived in a poor old house with her mother and big sisters. Despite her modest life, Roberts had big dreams of wearing beautiful clothes, riding horses, living in a mansion, and shopping in limousines. Most of all, she wanted to be a star in Hollywood.
At just 15 years old, she took a bold step and ran away to chase her dreams. This was after her family had moved to Toronto, where a tragic event would lead Roberts to distance herself from them. One day, shortly after her father tragically passed away, Tanya felt the walls closing in on her.
In that moment, she decided to leave home. After a heated argument with her mother, Roberts packed her bags and moved to a place in the Village, a neighborhood in Toronto. She supported herself by selling dance lessons to ”old guys”, who lusted after her body.
It wasn’t long before she met another boy, Colin, who had also dropped out of school. She fell head over heels for him.
“It just happened. A stupid, spontaneous thing. Colin was two years older than me, a Canadian, a dropout, doing nothing. It was a love affair that turned into hatred. We never were friends. We didn’t get along at all. But I loved him, you know. I was butterflies. I’d look at him and gasp, ‘Oh my God!’ I responded to the palpitations of the heart.”
Married in secret
The couple was together for seven months and married in secret. They moved to New York together, but then Colin’s mother intervened, annulling the marriage. Roberts and Colin were far too young and hadn’t received their parents’ consent.
Roberts never told her mother about the marriage; she didn’t want to shock her. Soon after, the relationship with Colin ended, but another man entered Roberts’s life— one who would change her whole life.
As Tanya Roberts pursued her acting dreams in New York, she met Barry Roberts while waiting in line for a movie. He was a truck driver earning $30 a week, and he quickly became her next great love.
It was actually Tanya who proposed to Barry in a subway station, and they quickly tied the knot in 1973. Her husband had originally set his sights on becoming a psychologist but soon dropped out of his studies to write scripts for various TV networks.
The couple moved to Hollywood, determined to lead as normal a life as possible.
”You know you’ve got the right guy when you can sit at home with him Saturday night, just you and him and pizza,” Tanya shared in 1980.
For most of their lives, Tanya and Barry lived peacefully and happily, tucked away in the serene and private surroundings of their secluded home in the Hollywood Hills.
“Living here is like being in the country, but civilization isn’t far away when I need it,” Tanya exclusively shared with Closer Weekly in 2015. “It’s the house I’d always dreamed of.”
Spell on Charlie’s Angels
Tanya Roberts’ upbringing on the streets of Bronx served her well when she landed the role of the streetwise Julie Roberts in Charlie’s Angels. Before that, she had already made a name for herself as a model in television ads and took on serious roles in off-Broadway productions like Picnic and Antigone.
However, it was in the summer of 1980 that the world truly took notice of her.
Tanya was chosen from over 2,000 candidates to replace Shelley Hack in the beloved detective series Charlie’s Angels, which was struggling to attract viewers.
The producers hoped that the vibrant 26-year-old would inject new life into the show alongside her co-stars, Jaclyn Smith, the last original ‘Angel,’ and Cheryl Ladd. With her charisma and talent, Tanya was determined to help turn the series around.
”I think there’s a lot of enthusiasm on the set. We are a real team. It’s very important for us to get along because it shows in our work. I think it’s hard do continually make a classy show every week for five years with three girls. It’s not Shakespeare but I think the public looks forward to seeing something new every week,” Roberts told The Daily Herald-Tribune in 1981.
Unfortunately, despite her efforts, Roberts — who described herself as a ‘workaholic’— couldn’t revive the series, and Charlie’s Angels was canceled in 1981.
However, her talent and dedication led to new opportunities in her career.
Nominated for Golden Raspberry Award
After Charlie’s Angels, Robert’s starred in a string of films that gained cult status, including The Beastmaster (1982), Sheena: Queen of the Jungle (1984), Body Slam (1987), and Night Eyes (1990).
Most people, however, associate her with her iconic roles as Stacey Sutton in the 1985 James Bond film A View to a Kill and as Midge Pinciotti on That ’70s Show, where she captivated audiences from 1998 to 2004.
In A View to a Kill, Tanya Roberts starred alongside Roger Moore, and the film became a massive box office success. However, critics weren’t entirely convinced; in retrospect, Moore himself expressed disappointment, stating that it was his worst Bond film due to its excessive blood and violence.
At 57, the Hollywood legend faced criticism for being too old for the role, and he even quipped about the age gap, revealing that he was mortified to discover he was older than Roberts’ mother. In a December 2007 interview, he humorously remarked, ”I was only about four hundred years too old for the part.”
Tanya, too, faced her share of criticism after her Bond debut. Interestingly, she wasn’t the original choice for the role. Producers had initially hoped to cast Priscilla Presley, but she was tied up with her contract for Dallas. They even considered former Bond girl Barbara Bach before ultimately selecting Tanya Roberts. Despite her efforts, she was nominated for a Golden Raspberry Award for Worst Actress, although she lost the dubious honor to Linda Blair, who appeared in Night Patrol.
Losing her husband
For the younger generation, many recognize Tanya Roberts from her role as Midge Pinciotti on the beloved sitcom That ’70s Show. She was a cherished presence on the show but had to leave after the third season.
The reason? Her husband, Barry, had become seriously ill, and she wanted to be there for him. Tragically, Barry died at the age of 60 after a long four-and-a-half-year battle with encephalitis, a condition that causes inflammation of the brain tissue, leading to personality changes, seizures, and weakness.
Tanya and Barry stood by each other from their marriage in 1973 until his passing in 2006. The couple never had any children.
Mysterious death
After the heartbreaking loss of her husband Barry in 2006, Tanya Roberts found love again with Lance O’Brien. The two met while working for Tahiti Village, a Las Vegas resort — Tanya as a spokesmodel. They spent 18 years together, seemingly inseparable, but their world took a tragic turn in December 2020.
At 71, Tanya was still vibrant and full of life, known for her daily hikes up the Hollywood Hills. Described as ”healthy as a horse,” there was no indication of any serious health issues. However, just before Christmas, Tanya began experiencing lower intestinal pain and difficulty breathing.
These symptoms surfaced during one of her hikes, and though she initially thought it might be COVID-19. Early the next morning, she collapsed, unable to get up, and was rushed to Cedars-Sinai Hospital.
Doctors determined Tanya had developed a severe urinary tract infection that had progressed to sepsis. The infection quickly spread to her liver, kidneys, and gallbladder, ultimately leading to multi-organ failure.
Tubes up her nose
“She was talking when I called 911. Next thing I know, she’s in intensive care on oxygen and she’s extremely sick,” O’Brien shared with the Daily Mail.
When O’Brien was finally allowed to see her, Tanya was barely conscious, kept alive by a ventilator. The iconic actress, who had once graced screens as a glamorous star, could only blink in response to her partner’s presence.
”When she saw me and I was there, I saw her eyes open,” he said. “I felt good. I said, ‘Hey, her eyes are opening. Her eyes are opening.’ They told me that’s just a reflex,” O’Brien told Inside Edition.
Sadly, Tanya’s final days were both chaotic and heartbreaking.
O’Brien expressed his frustration with the hospital’s handling of Tanya’s care, stating, “She had tubes up her nose and throat, and they kept calling her Victoria —she hasn’t been called that since she was a teenager. It was so busy, I can’t begin to tell you what an awful, terrible experience it was.”
“I think COVID played a big part in it,” O’Brien added. “If you called the hospital, it sounded like something out of [sitcom] M.A.S.H.”
Cause of death
Tanya’s condition worsened, and on January 3, 2021, she was taken off life support. The beloved star passed away on January 4.
However, the aftermath of her death was even more chaotic. The news of Tanya’s passing was initially announced prematurely by her publicist, leading to confusion.
In a bizarre twist, O’Brien learned she was still alive during a live interview with Inside Edition.
“Now, you’re telling me she’s alive?” O’Brien exclaimed, answering a phone call from the hospital mid-interview. Crying, he added, “The hospital is telling me she is alive. They are calling me from the ICU team.”
Eventually, all the confusion cleared up, and it became evident that Tanya Roberts had indeed passed away. However, the mix-ups didn’t stop there – several sources incorrectly reported her age as 65 at the time of her death. Despite the fact that she was actually 71, some outlets still haven’t corrected this mistake, even three years later.
Her last will
The handwritten note left behind by Tanya Roberts offered a hauntingly intimate and bittersweet glimpse into her final thoughts. According to Fox News, Roberts left her entire estate, valued at over $3 million, to her longtime partner, Lance O’Brien. She signed the note using both her Hollywood name, Tanya Roberts, and her birth name, Victoria Blum.
“I have no reason to live,” Tanya wrote, and she also made it clear that none of her estate would go to her sister, Barbara Leary, or her nephew, Zack Leary.
Instead, Roberts left everything to O’Brien, though the letter suggests their relationship may not have been as loving as it seemed to the public.
”I want to leave my house … and all its belongings to my best friend Lance O’Brien – I also leave my two dogs and my Pension Plan check to Lance O’Brien,” the actress penned, as captured in images obtained by Page Six.
Perhaps the most heartbreaking part of the note comes when she acknowledged the disconnect in their relationship. ”I know you don’t love me but you have been a true friend & for that I’m [grateful],” she wrote. ”Have a good life & don’t blame this on yourself. I was always [too] sensitive to live in this world.”
Behind the face
Tanya Roberts’ final chapter may have been marked by sorrow and confusion, but it’s important to remember the light she brought into the world.
When you take a moment to look back at old photos of her — whether she’s on set, starring in her iconic roles, or even candid behind-the-scenes shots — a picture emerges of a woman who was not only stunningly beautiful but fiercely independent.
At just 15, she knew exactly what she wanted out of life. Becoming a Charlie’s Angel made her immortal in Hollywood’s eyes, but what really stood out was how she handled fame. While some may have expected her journey through stardom to come with heartbreak, bad roles, or failed marriages, Tanya took a different path.
She remained loyal to her husband, Barry Roberts, staying by his side through illness and even stepping away from her career to care for him. That kind of dedication and strength speaks volumes about the kind of woman she truly was.
Looking back at those early photos and moments reminds us of her grace, resilience, and the lasting impression she left on her fans and loved ones alike!
My Mother-in-Law Tried to Evict Me from My Own Home While My Husband Was out of Town – Her Plan Backfired Spectacularly
I came home from a quick grocery run to find my house locked and a chilling note from my mother-in-law taped to the door. What she thought would be a quiet takeover turned into a messy showdown she never saw coming.
I came home from the store, juggling two bags in one hand, and reached for my keys. When I tried to unlock the front door, nothing happened. I pulled the key out, checked it, and tried again. Still nothing. My stomach dropped.
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This couldn’t be happening.
My name’s Rachel, I’m 32, married, and the mother of a sweet two-year-old named Ellie. When my husband, Matt, left for a two-week work trip overseas, I was honestly looking forward to the quiet. I’d planned cozy mornings with cartoons, late breakfasts, and lazy afternoons with my daughter. Nothing fancy—just calm.
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Instead, the morning after Matt left, Linda, his mother, showed up without warning. She had a rolling suitcase in one hand, a large purse over her shoulder, and a look on her face like she was doing me the biggest favor in the world.
“Good morning, sweetheart,” she said brightly, stepping inside before I could say a word. “Thought I’d come help while Matt’s gone. Just a few days.”
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“Oh. Uh… thanks,” I mumbled, still half-asleep, Ellie on my hip. “That’s… thoughtful.”
She smiled wide. “Don’t worry. I’ll stay out of your way.”
That was a lie.
The first day wasn’t so bad. She folded laundry, vacuumed the hallway, even made lunch. I could deal with that. But by the second day, the criticism started creeping in.
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“You really shouldn’t let her snack so much,” she said, watching Ellie chew on apple slices. “All that sugar affects their moods.”
“It’s fruit,” I said. “And she’s fine.”
Linda shook her head. “You’re too soft with her.”
That afternoon, she insisted on giving Ellie a bath. She scolded me for the water being “too warm” and said, “You know, kids don’t need bubbles every time.”
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By day three, she was taking over meals. I walked into the kitchen and found her elbow-deep in my spice cabinet. That night, I called Matt.
“She’s driving me nuts,” I whispered from the bathroom, trying not to wake Ellie.
“She means well,” he said. “Just… try to hang in there until I’m back. Don’t fight her.”
“She’s rearranging the house,” I said. “She even swapped Ellie’s clothes. Jeans instead of leggings because she thinks leggings are lazy.”
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Matt was quiet for a second. “She’s just… old-school.”
“She’s crossing lines.”
“I know,” he said. “Just… keep the peace.”
By the fifth day, she wasn’t even pretending to be helpful anymore.
She moved the living room furniture around because “the flow was all wrong.” She told me Ellie needed more “discipline” and less cuddling. She even said I should be getting up earlier because “mothers shouldn’t sleep past 6 a.m.”
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I told her this was my home. She just smiled and said, “You’ll thank me when things are finally in order.”
That morning, I left for a quick trip to the store. Just milk and diapers—fifteen minutes, tops.
When I came back, I couldn’t get in. My key didn’t work. I stared at the door, trying to understand what had changed. Then I saw the note.
“I’m taking control until you get the help you clearly need.”
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I knocked. No answer. I pounded. Still nothing. I called her phone. She picked up on the third ring.
“Linda. What is going on?”
“Oh, Rachel. I had to do it,” she said, her voice calm like we were discussing the weather. “You’re overwhelmed. You need a break.”
“You locked me out of my own house!”
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“I’m inside with Ellie. She’s fine. Better than fine.”
I stood on my front porch, still gripping the note like it might catch fire in my hand. The words felt unreal, like some twisted joke.
She had actually written that. In pen. On paper. And taped it to the door like she was running a daycare, not hijacking someone’s life.
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I tried the key again, hard this time, jamming it in and twisting. Nothing. My eyes darted to the windows, hoping to catch a glimpse of Ellie. Was she crying? Was she okay? The idea of her in there, alone with Linda, made my stomach turn.
I knocked. Then pounded. I yelled. “Linda! Open the door! This isn’t okay!”
No response. The porch light flicked on. That was it.
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I called 911. My voice shook as I explained what happened. “My mother-in-law locked me out. My baby’s inside. I live here. I have proof.”
Two officers showed up ten minutes later. I rushed to meet them.
“She changed the locks,” I told them. “I don’t even know how long ago. She won’t answer the door.”
They walked up and knocked. Linda opened it with a calm smile, like she was offering cookies.
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“I’m the homeowner’s mother,” she said sweetly. “She’s very overwhelmed. I stepped in to help.”
“She doesn’t live here,” I said, stepping forward. “She has no right.”
The officers exchanged looks.
“It’s a family matter,” one of them said. “She’s claiming concern for the child’s safety. We can’t force her to hand over the child unless there’s evidence of abuse or danger.”
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“What about locking a mother out of her own house?” I snapped.
“We recommend you speak to an attorney,” the other said quietly. “You’ll need proof of ownership.”
I felt like the air had been sucked from my lungs. They left. And I was alone again. I called my sister, Laura, who lived 15 minutes away.
“She locked you out?” Laura gasped. “She actually changed the locks?”
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“I need help,” I said, already walking to my car. “I’m coming over.”
Once there, I found the folder I kept in her safe—copies of our house deed, mortgage statements, and the prenuptial agreement. Everything had my name on it. Everything.
Then I called our family lawyer, Greg. He had drafted our prenup when Matt and I got married and later helped with the house paperwork. He picked up right away.
“What happened?” he asked.
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I explained everything.
He didn’t hesitate. “That’s unlawful eviction. Doesn’t matter if she’s family. She has no legal standing. I’ll call her now.”
Five minutes later, Linda called me, her voice sharp now, the fake sugar gone.
“You’re involving lawyers?”
“You broke the law,” I said flatly. “You locked me out of my home. My baby is inside.”
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“You’re unstable,” she snapped. “You overreact. You’re always emotional.”
I hung up.
Back at Laura’s, I logged into the home security app. I’d almost forgotten we had audio set up on the porch cam. I scrolled through the day’s footage until I hit the moment Linda was on the phone earlier that afternoon.
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She stood by the door, laughing into the phone. Then I heard her say, loud and clear, “By tonight, she’ll be out. I’ll finally get rid of that girl. She’s ruining everything.”
I stared at the screen, stunned. I clipped the video and sent it to Matt. No explanation. Just the file. He called me five minutes later, his voice low but furious.
“She said that?” he asked.
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“You heard it.”
“I’m calling her now.”
Linda was gone by nightfall.
Matt called her from overseas, his voice steady and cold. “You went too far, Mom. Pack your things. Leave tonight.”
She argued—defensive at first, then emotional—but he didn’t budge. “You locked Rachel out of her own house. You kept Ellie from her mother. That’s not love. That’s control.”
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By the time I returned home, the door was unlocked and the lights were off. The silence felt heavy, but the moment Ellie saw me, she let out a squeal and ran into my arms.
I held her so tightly, her little fingers clutching my sweater, and I finally let myself cry. Quietly. The kind of cry that only comes after days of holding it all in.
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When Matt got home three days later, he didn’t even take off his coat before pulling me into a hug.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “For not listening. For not protecting you sooner.”
We sat at the kitchen table that night—tired but united. We called Greg again the next morning.
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Linda’s name was scrubbed from all documents: emergency contacts, temporary access codes, even old backups on the smart home system. We changed the locks, updated the alarm codes, and added a new camera to the back entry.
Matt looked at me seriously and said, “We’re drawing a line, Rach. She doesn’t get to cross it again.”
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What followed were the kind of conversations couples usually avoid—messy ones. About family, loyalty, fear of confrontation. But they brought us closer. For the first time, Matt saw what I’d been carrying for years—the constant pressure to keep the peace while sacrificing my own comfort.
It wasn’t just about removing Linda from the house. It was about reclaiming control, safety, and respect inside it.
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And finally, it felt like home again.
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