I couldn't agree with you more, BruceysMom!
I agree. This is sad. A man dies and all some people can do is rip on his daughter's appearance. Tori isn't the most classic beauty, but many women would love to look as good as her.
As far as his work: Well, he produced some real gems and some real crap and everything in between. Don't we all? (Heck, I manage to do that trick every week in the kitchen.)
If my kid looked like that, I wouldn't give her a job where 40 million people had to look at her, no.
One could easily apply more severe adjectives to describe it.
Who cares what his daughter looks like?
The same people (using the term rather, ahem, liberally) that demonstrated what you find sad and I thought might attract more severe adjectives, alas.
Wouldn't you give your kid a good job if you could?
I wouldn't even have to be asked once, never mind twice, never mind that the twelve-year-old boy under my jurisdiction (budding fisherman, Los Angeles Angels fan, and the best damned line drive hitter in the Huntington Beach Challenger Little League) is several years from presenting said question to me.
Aaron Spelling was born poor, worked himself wealthy, died likewise, entertained millions of jackelopes honestly (let us remember, as too often we forget, that no one is forced to watch a damned thing on the picture box), and at least bore no responsibility for Gilligan's Island. Whether Burke's Law, Family or 7th Heaven were enough to forgive him for the like of Charlie's Angels, Starsky & Hutch, Dynasty, The Love Boat, Fantasy Island, Beverly Hills 90210, Melrose Place, or Sunset Beach is up to an authority higher than even Nielsen, never mind Dick Powell. The man's work is game fair enough; the man as a man and his family ought to have a sign before them advising one and all to lay the hell off.