Priscilla Pointer, a respected stage and screen actress known for her role on Dallas and for frequently acting alongside her daughter, Amy Irving, has died at the age of 100. She passed away peacefully in her sleep on Monday at an assisted living facility in Ridgefield, Connecticut, according to her son, director David Irving.
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