Rue McClanahan has left the building.
Why do I care?
Rue McClanahan = Blanche Devereaux, patron saint of late 80's booze and lust
My drunk alter ego since 2004 = Blanche St. Patience, an ardent fan of booze and lust
There is your dot-connection. This is why she gets a dedicated post, and Gary Coleman does not.
I hope she's up in heaven with Bea Arthur and Estelle Getty, sitting around the kitchen table like they always did, passing time till Betty White eventually joins them for pie.