New Year’s Eve 2025: The MAS*H Family Reunites for One Final Toast 
The final night of 2025 brought something rare… and unforgettable.
At exactly 6 p.m., Alan Alda answered a knock at the door of his New York home. Leaning on his cane, moving slower now at 89, he opened it with a smile that only widened when he saw who stood there.
It was Jamie Farr. Wrapped in a scarf, eyes full of mischief, 91 years old and still shining like Klinger never left him.
“ALAN!” Jamie called out.
“Jamie,” Alan said, chuckling, hugging him tightly. “Right on time.”
“Always,” Jamie replied, stepping inside with that old spark still dancing in his step. “I don’t waste a single minute anymore especially not on anyone but you.”
Minutes later, two more familiar faces arrived. Mike Farrell and Gary Burghoff. They embraced halfway up the walk, arms wrapped around each other like brothers reunited after a long, silent war.
Inside, the four men stood in one room maybe for the last time:
Alan – 89
Jamie – 91
Mike – 86
Gary – 81
“Three hundred and forty-seven years combined,” Gary joked. “And still ticking.”
“Still standing,” Mike added.
“Still family,” Alan whispered.
They held each other close no cameras, no script, just four old friends in the doorway of something sacred.
Dinner was simple. Four plates were filled. Six were left empty deliberately.
“Loretta. Wayne. Harry. McLean. Bill. David,” Mike said, raising his glass. “They may be gone, but not from this table.”
“To them,” they echoed.
“To MAS*H.
To love.
To what we shared.”
Later, in the living room, they sat together under blankets, watching the closing episode Goodbye, Farewell and Amen.
And for a moment, time folded.
There they were again young and fearless in uniform, making people laugh, cry, and heal.
Now, at the edge of a new year, the four of them huddled once more, hands held tightly.
“We’re still here,” Alan said, voice breaking. “After everything, we’re still together.”
At midnight, fireworks lit up New York.
And in one quiet room, four hearts beat in sync not as actors, but as brothers who had lived a story that never really ended.
Because MAS*H wasn’t just a show.
It was and always will be a family.
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