GET A LIFE, RELIGIOUS FANATIC FANBOY.

Ever heard of this bitch?

You get the idea she was a child actress?

Yep, here's somebody who didn't have a fucking career since the early 60's! Yet she's still got some idiots wringing their hands about her.

So what's the deal, she died with no relatives or friends, just a mournful wimpy fanboy sobbing over her?

Apparently so. When she died, nobody claimed the body. The twat was cremated.

So this fucking asshole is moaning and quivering because he's a religious fanatic fag-wimp idiot, and his aim in life, for all the joy this actress brought him, is to see that she has a PROPER burial.

Oh he's a RIGHTEOUS BROTHER!

And he wants all of us to pay for his ticket to California and play Father Limpwrist and put the poor woman's soul to rest. This Catholic fucktard can't just sprinkle her ashes somewhere. HE wants to BURY THEM.

Do you believe this pathetic Hoobastank? He was looking for her for TWENTY YEARS? To do what? Get an autograph?

This is how these retired creeps and loser-nerds spend their time...living in the past, inventing stupid things to worry and mourn about, and pestering other fanboys for a phone number or a home address or a "lead" on some obscure nitwit they've got a fetish for.

HE wants to fly to California? People are supposed to pay HIM for a free trip? He'll then have sweet Terry on his lap for six hours. How adorable. Then he'll find some demented priest to give extreeeeeeeeeme unction to what could as easily be the contents of a vacuum cleaner bag. Then he'll take pix of himself and a few Farcebook friends standing around dumping the cookie jar into the dirt. Sure, GOD wants this. Terry will part the clouds so the sun will shine down on these nitwits. This clod who finds it "offensive" that an ACTRESS that nobody cared about gets planted, will walk away feeling like he's accomplished something.

Not exactly Janis Joplin buying a tombstone for Bessie Smith, is it!

Janis didn't go around putting the bite on people, asking for donations, either. She was more of a man than THIS hen.

Meanwhile, competing for some money, is an idiotic "Twilight Zone" fan site.

THEY claim her as their own.

She appeared in a typically creepy episode (which I don't remember) called "Nightmare as a Child." Let's just say that Serling and his pals LOVED to do episodes about creepy kids, but usually Billy Mumy was involved. But according to the fan site, "chances are" that the 1960 show "was written specifically for her; no other young actress could have made the story work as well."

Yeah, some pimply nerd writing on a free website is an "authority" on every young actress working in Hollywood in 1960! This asshole continues, "She outperformed Rule and Strudwick who gave unmemorable performances." As they say "never co-star with a kid or a dog." Let's just note that Janice Rule and Shepperd Strudwick both amassed a huge amount of critical praise over their careers. It's only pipsqueak fanboys (as opposed to real, paid critics) who can't praise one performer without putting down others. Let's also add that a script sometimes determines what's "unmemorable." When the emphasis is on a creepy kid, and the adults are just standing around bewildered by her, they're not being given a fair chance to emote.

OUR TERRY appeared in a few other shows around the same time, including "Wagon Train," "My Three Sons" and an episode of Boris Karloff's competing "Thriller," but, oh oh oh OH, she was in a "Twilight Zone," and ANYONE who did THAT needs...a fucking PLAQUE somewhere, at least according to this idiotic "Twilight Zone Museum" website (not affiliated with the show at all, of course, just a virginal fanboy's only wet dream).

Here's another reason why Americans are hated. They seem to have a LOT OF MONEY TO WASTE ON STUPID SHIT.

You may have noticed, the whining no-life loser who runs the Twilight Zone Museum claims Terry has been "interred." The other loser says no, HE has her ashes and he wants to be paid to bury her in her beloved native California. WHICH IS IT? And what's with spending money to put up a plaque "in a conspicuous public location?" What's that even mean? In front of a home for wayward boys and girls? A terrycloth factory? A Burger King? This putz found a vendor to make the plaque but has no fucking clue where it'll be? WHAT A TRIBUTE. But that's the American way. Just GIVE ME MONEY SO I CAN CALL ATTENTION TO MYSELF AND HAVING SOMETHING TO DO BESIDES MASTURBATE INTO A SOCK.