On the surface, Matthew Perry’s final week looked almost ordinary.
He played pickleball, posted a goofy hot-tub photo on Instagram, talked about Batman, and kept telling people he was finally in a good place. But when you put the pieces together now—his last routines, his long battle with addiction, his own words about how he wanted to be remembered—that “ordinary week” starts to feel like a heartbreakingly fragile calm before the storm.
In those last seven days, you can see everything that defined him: the comedian who couldn’t stop making jokes, the fighter who never gave up on recovery, and the man who desperately wanted his legacy to be more than just Chandler Bing.
Five days before he died, Perry posted what would become his final Instagram photo: sitting alone in his hot tub at night, headphones on, city lights behind him.
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