God, she was BEAUTIFUL. Those hooded eyelids–an engraved invitation for a long romp in bed. Her pouty mouth, her glamorous Hollywood hair, an air of sophistication and intelligence surrounded her like an angel’s halo. She roared class.

And that voice. A low, sultry mix of dignified self-confidence mixed with subtle seduction. She had a commanding kind of beauty, and a charisma that was more powerful than an army.

Ah, Lauren, thanks for all those movies, all those voice-overs. We all know how to whistle now, but nobody will ever know how to do it like you.