Dame Maggie Smith dies aged 89 – Fans startled by her final public appearance
Dame Maggie Smith, Downtown Abbey and Harry Potter star, died aged 89, her family confirms.
A two time Oscar winner and a legend of the stage and screen, Smith was regarded one of the greatest actors of her time. She started her acting career on stage at the Oxford Playhouse and went on to make a name for herself and remained under the limelight for a stunning number of years.
The news of her sudden passing was shared by her two sons, Toby Stephens and Chris Larkin.
“She died quietly this morning, Friday, September 27, in the hospital. A deeply private individual, she passed away surrounded by loved ones,” their joint statement read.
“We would like to take this opportunity to thank the wonderful staff at the Chelsea and Westminster Hospital for their care and unstinting kindness during her final days,” it continued.
“We thank you for all your kind messages and support and ask that you respect our privacy at this time,” Smith’s sons concluded.
Throughout her long and rich career, Smith appeared in feature films such as Sister Act, The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel and more recently Thaddeus O’Sullivan’s The Miracle Club.
Back in 2009, Smith disclosed with the public that she had been diagnosed with breast cancer. She opened up about receiving treatments and filming scenes as Professor Minerva McGonagall in Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince at the same time.
“I used to go to treatment on my own, and nearly everybody else was with somebody,” she told Tim Teeman. “I wouldn’t have liked that. Why would you want to make anybody sit in those places?”
She had also opened up about her own mortality. “I was relieved to be the age I was because by now you feel like it’s all over anyway.
“That’s why I hated seeing young people receiving treatment [at the Royal Marsden Hospital, London]. I couldn’t bear that, it didn’t seem fair. To be honest, you feel so ghastly you wouldn’t mind dying a lot of the time.”
Smith was married twice. Her second husband, screenwriter Beverley Cross, whom she considered the great love of her life, passed away in 1998, leaving her mourning his loss until her own passing.
She wasn’t known as someone who was spotted in public often, so her last public appearance left her fans startled.
It was at the Wimbledon men’s singles final that Smith was spotted in public. Dressed elegantly, in a navy blue shirtdress with a stylish dot pattern on it accessorized with a blue jacket and black leather heels, she stunned many.
The photos of her and her stunning choice of outfit, which she had completed with a pink lipstick, received plenty of comments. “So elegant!” one person commented. “You [look] so beautiful,” another added.
Following her passing, tributes came pouring in. Prime Minister Keir Starmer was among the first to share his condolences, saying Smith “was beloved by so many for her great talent, becoming a true national treasure whose work will be cherished for generations to come.”
Hugh Bonneville, fellow Downtown Abbey co-star, said: “Anyone who ever shared a scene with Maggie will attest to her sharp eye, sharp wit and formidable talent.
“She was a true legend of her generation and thankfully will live on in so many magnificent screen performances. My condolences to her boys and wider family.”
Smith’s passing represents an immense loss for the acting world. May she rest in peace.
My Brother’s Fiancée Demanded Our Family’s Inheritance for Her Kids — I Said Yes, Then Asked One Question That Shut Her Down
They say money shows people’s true colors. When my brother’s fiancée demanded our family inheritance for her kids, I played along just long enough to ask one simple question. The silence that followed said everything we needed to know.
Growing up, Noah and I were inseparable despite our six-year age gap. He was my protector, my confidant, and the person who taught me how to ride a bike and stand up to bullies.
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Even as adults, we made time for weekly coffee dates and never missed celebrating each other’s birthdays. Our bond was unbreakable… until Vanessa entered the picture.
When Noah first introduced Vanessa to our family two years ago, I tried to be happy for him. She was attractive, articulate, and seemed to make my brother smile in a way I hadn’t seen before.
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Her two children from a previous relationship, a sweet six-year-old girl and her energetic eight-year-old brother, were well-behaved during that first visit. Mom and Dad welcomed them warmly, making sure there were kid-friendly snacks and activities.
“Amelia, I really like her,” Noah confessed to me after that initial meeting. “I think she might be the one.”
I hugged him and said all the right things, but something felt off. I couldn’t pinpoint it exactly. It was just the small moments that made me pause.
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For instance, the way Vanessa smiled was strange when our parents talked about family traditions. The way she looked at our mom’s antique jewelry collection sent a shiver down my spine.
Moreover, she even casually asked about our grandparents’ lake house during the very first dinner.
“She just needs time to adjust,” Noah would say whenever I gently pointed out these moments. Maybe he was right. Maybe I was being overprotective.
Months passed, and Noah proposed.
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Everyone played their part well.
Mom helped with wedding plans, Dad talked about booking the country club for the reception, and I agreed to be Vanessa’s bridesmaid. We maintained polite conversation during family gatherings, but there remained an invisible wall between Vanessa and the rest of us. No hostility, just… distance.
“What do you think about Vanessa’s kids?” my mom asked me privately one day, folding laundry in the bedroom I’d grown up in.
“They’re good kids,” I replied honestly. “Why?”
Mom hesitated. “Noah mentioned they’ve been calling him ‘Daddy’ already. He seemed uncomfortable about it.”
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I raised my eyebrows. “Did Vanessa encourage that?”
“He didn’t say,” Mom sighed. “I just hope he knows what he’s getting into.”
The wedding planning continued despite the subtle undercurrent of tension. Noah seemed happy most of the time, though I occasionally caught glimpses of hesitation in his eyes, especially when Vanessa would make casual comments about “joining the family fortune” or how her kids would “finally have the stability they deserve.”
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Easter Sunday arrived, and Mom invited everyone for dinner. Vanessa came alone because her kids were with their biological father for the holiday weekend.
At first, everything was pleasant. Dad carved the ham, Mom served her famous scalloped potatoes, and Vanessa complimented everything with perfect politeness.
I should have known the peace wouldn’t last. As Mom brought out her homemade apple pie for dessert, I noticed Vanessa straightening in her chair, her eyes narrowing with determination.
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She placed her napkin on the table with deliberate precision, and I felt a chill run down my spine.
Then, she cleared her throat loudly enough to silence the table. All eyes were on her when she folded her hands in front of her and said something unexpected.
“So, before the wedding, we need to settle something,” she announced. “It’s about the prenup.”
My fork froze midway to my mouth.
Noah’s face dropped instantly. He had clearly hoped she wouldn’t bring this up again, especially not here, not now.
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“Vanessa,” he whispered, “we agreed to discuss this privately.”
She ignored him and continued.
“I think it’s completely disrespectful that Noah would even suggest a prenup. And what’s worse is that the entire family supports the idea of excluding my kids from his inheritance.” Her eyes narrowed as she glanced around the table. “Do you seriously expect them to just get nothing? That’s disgusting.”
My dad stayed quiet, pushing food around his plate.
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My mom looked uncomfortable, her eyes darting between Noah and Vanessa. The tension in the room was suffocating.
I took a deep breath and spoke carefully. “Vanessa, your kids aren’t Noah’s biological children. That doesn’t mean we dislike them, but they’re not part of our bloodline inheritance.”
She scoffed and rolled her eyes as if I’d said the most ridiculous thing imaginable.
“Are you joking? They’re going to be his kids! That means they’re family.” She pointed her finger across the table at me. “You people are acting like I’m just some gold digger showing up with strays. They’re his children too now, whether you like it or not.”
Mom flinched at her words.
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At that point, I felt anger rising in my chest, but I tried to keep my cool.
“You’re marrying into our family. That makes you our in-law,” I explained patiently. “But inheritance stays with direct descendants. Your kids will be loved, but they’re not heirs.”
Vanessa’s face flushed red. She leaned back, folded her arms across her chest, and said with ice in her voice, “So what, they’re supposed to sit and watch your kids get everything while they get crumbs? That’s not a family. That’s cruelty.”
Noah reached for her hand. “Honey, we’ve talked about this. I’m planning to set up college funds for the kids. They’ll be taken care of.”
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“College funds?” She yanked her hand away. “While his blood relatives get houses and investments and everything else? That’s not equal treatment.”
My mother finally spoke up, her voice gentle but firm. “Vanessa, dear, we don’t mean to upset you. Family traditions around inheritance are complicated.”
“There’s nothing complicated about it,” Vanessa snapped. “Either you accept my children as full members of this family, with all the privileges that entail, or you don’t. Which is it?”
Dad coughed uncomfortably. “Perhaps this isn’t the best time—”
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“It’s the perfect time,” Vanessa interrupted. “I’m not signing any prenup that treats my children like second-class family members. Period.”
Noah looked miserable, trapped between loyalty to his fiancée and respect for our family traditions. At that point, I realized my brother, the one who had always protected me, now needed someone to protect him.
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So, I made a split-second decision.
I looked directly at Vanessa and set down my napkin.
“Okay,” I said. “Then let’s make it fair.”
The sudden agreement seemed to catch Vanessa off guard. She raised an eyebrow, trying to figure out why I’d suddenly agreed.
“We’ll consider including your children in the inheritance… if you can answer just one question.”
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She smirked like she’d already won, relaxing back into her chair. “Fine. What is it?”
I took a sip of water, making her wait just long enough to feel uncomfortable. Then I asked, “Will your parents, or your ex’s parents, include my future children, or Noah’s biological children, in their inheritance?”
“Excuse me?” she said.
“Just answer. Will your family leave something to our kids?”
“Well… no. Of course not. That’s not how it works.”
“Exactly. That’s not how it works.”
The table fell silent. Mom and Dad exchanged glances. Noah stared down at his plate, but I could see relief washing over him.
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Vanessa flared up instantly. “That’s completely different! Don’t compare that to this. My kids deserve a place in this family!”
“And yet you just said our kids don’t deserve a place in yours,” I replied.
“That’s… that’s not the same thing at all,” she sputtered.
“How is it different?” I asked. “Family is family, right? Isn’t that what you’re arguing?”
She stood up from the table so abruptly that her chair screeched against the floor.
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She hissed, “Don’t you dare twist my words. My children shouldn’t be treated like second-class. If you people had any decency, this wouldn’t even be a discussion. I’m marrying your brother. That makes everything that is his mine too. And that includes a future in this family.”
“Vanessa, you’re marrying our brother. Not our inheritance,” I said. “Your children are yours to care for and provide for. You don’t get to demand access to things that were never yours to begin with. That’s not love. That’s entitlement.”
At that point, Noah cleared his throat awkwardly. “Maybe we should talk about something else—”
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“No,” Vanessa cut him off. “I want to hear what else your sister has to say about my children.”
“I have nothing against your children,” I said softly. “But this conversation isn’t really about them, is it? It’s about what you want.”
Mom stood up and began collecting plates. “Who wants coffee?”
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But the damage was done.
Vanessa muttered under her breath as she sat back down, calling us greedy, selfish, and saying she was “embarrassed to marry into such a cold family.”
Meanwhile, Dad excused himself to help Mom in the kitchen. Once it was only me, Noah, and Vanessa at the table, I said my final words to her.
“Vanessa, we’ve made our boundaries clear. Bring this up again, and the wedding won’t be the only thing we’ll reconsider.”
She didn’t say a word after that.
Three weeks have passed since Easter.
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Noah called me yesterday to say the wedding date has been pushed back. He mentioned “re-evaluating priorities” and thanked me for standing up for him.
And since that night, not a single word about inheritance has been mentioned again. But I catch Vanessa watching me differently now. She’s cautious around me because she knows I won’t tolerate her unjustified demands anymore.
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