Reba McEntire Gives Dick Van Dyke a Birthday Trim — and a Whole Lot of Love — on His 100th

🎂 One Guitar, One Cake, One Haircut… and a Hundred Years of Charm

Reba McEntire Gives Dick Van Dyke a Birthday Trim — and a Whole Lot of Love — on His 100th

Los Angeles, CA —
There’s a quiet kind of magic that happens when two legends share a moment — no cameras flashing, no red carpets rolled out, just laughter, warmth, and a room filled with stories.

That was exactly the scene inside a private hospital room this weekend as Dick Van Dyke, America’s song-and-dance sweetheart, rang in his 100th birthday. And standing beside him, with a comb in one hand, scissors in the other, and her unmistakable Southern grin? None other than Reba McEntire.

Not a press stunt. Not a stage show. Just a friend stopping by — with cake, music, and a fresh haircut.

“Are you sure you know what you’re doing, Reba?”

Dick, lounging comfortably with that signature sparkle still in his eye, wasn’t about to let the moment go without a little ribbing.

“Are you sure you know what you’re doing, Reba?”

Without missing a beat, the Queen of Country fired back, eyes twinkling just the same:

“Honey, I’ve trimmed bangs in dressing rooms, tour buses, and cattle barns. You’re easier than a nervous rodeo queen — and twice as charming.”

It was a scene equal parts sitcom and Southern comfort: Reba in boots, sleeves rolled, gently combing through Dick’s legendary silver locks like she’d been doing it her whole life.

“Just don’t give me that big Texas volume,” Dick quipped.
“With this mop, I’ll look like a dandelion in a windstorm.”

“Oh, hush,” Reba grinned. “You’re gonna look like Cary Grant… if Cary Grant could do cartwheels.”

From Rodeos to Rooftops

At first glance, they may seem like an unlikely duo: Reba, the fiery redhead who’s conquered stages from Nashville to Vegas, and Dick, the tap-dancing tornado who brought laughter into every American living room.

But the more they talked — and laughed — the more obvious it became: these two share a rhythm. Both born into humble beginnings. Both built careers on sincerity and joy. And both, somehow, still radiating the energy of people half their age.

On the table beside them sat a towering birthday cake, smothered in vanilla buttercream and dotted with tiny guitars and tap shoes made of sugar. Reba had picked it out herself.

“If I’d known I was living this long,” Dick joked, “I’d have saved more money and fewer dance moves.”

“Too late for both,” Reba winked.

A Song, a Trim, and a Moment That Mattered

After the laughter settled, Reba picked up her guitar — the same one she’s taken on tour for decades — and strummed the opening chords to “Fancy.” But halfway through, she switched tunes.

“This one’s just for you,” she said softly.

She sang “The Greatest Man I Never Knew”, one of her most tender ballads, with eyes on Dick the whole time. He didn’t sing along. He just closed his eyes, letting the melody wash over him like an old memory.

And in that moment, nothing else mattered — not the cameras that weren’t there, not the headlines that wouldn’t be written, not even the candles burning down on his triple-layered cake.

Just two artists, two survivors, two friends.

A Different Kind of Legacy

Dick Van Dyke has spent a century making the world laugh. Reba McEntire has spent a lifetime giving it reasons to cry, sing, and cheer. And while they’ve crossed paths on award shows and charity stages before, this was something else entirely.

“You know what I love most about getting old?” Dick asked toward the end of the visit.
“I’ve got more memories than regrets.”

Reba nodded.

“That’s the best you can hope for.”

She brushed a few final strands into place, then admired her handiwork.

“There,” she declared. “Handsome as a honky-tonk ghost.”

As the Candles Flicker

As a nurse gently added a few more candles to the already-crowded cake, Dick looked over at Reba and smiled.

“If I blow ’em all out, does that mean I get another hundred?”

Reba laughed.

“Only if you promise to teach me how to dance on a rooftop without fallin’ off.”

“Deal,” Dick said, eyes sparkling.