48歲的前亞視高層盛品儒(James)，日前傳患上肝癌，體重急跌至70磅，在ICU接受治療。可惜，不敵癌魔，其死訊由太太蔡一鳳公布。她說︰「致各位親友，我們的光 盛品儒 James Shing已於2025年8月18日00:37分，在香港養和醫院家人懷抱中安然歸息，終年四十八載。 辭世時唇角含笑，眉目舒展，如憩雲端，未染塵痛。」
蔡一鳳向傳媒表示James一直非常積極接受治療，昨天在ICU最清醒的時候，仍會拖著她的手，嘗試寫字與她溝通。她亦透露盛品儒兩位兒時好友到醫院探望，一齊播放著組合CHANGE and ASKA的《Say Yes》。 蔡一鳳於傍晚時分在社交平台上載老公的黑白照，並以中英文寫下對丈夫不捨之情。全文如下：
To My Partner-in-Everything, James
The pain truly began when you left. It's a Amber rainstorm today, even the sky is mourning for you. At this moment, I can't seem to find a better outlet except tears and words.
At 00:37 on August 18, in the ICU of Hong Kong Sanatorium & Hospital, you smiled your way into eternity. Forty-eight years of life, nearly eleven years of marriage – all now a closed chapter. You departed peacefully, with little suffering, yet my heart bears a wound that will never heal.
My Rock, thank you for loving me unconditionally.
These eleven years, you weren’t just my husband – you were my closest brother, my dearest friend. We argued fewer than five times a year. Whenever I asked, you gave your all. Even when illness consumed you, you rallied to support my charity events, accompanying me to seek help from our brothers. Always protecting me. When I massaged your ailing body, you’d whisper: "My Lady, go rest" – worrying about my exhaustion when you were the one fighting.
Now, I’ll never hear you call me "My Lady" again.
I ache to hug your soft waist, pinch your baby-cheeked face, hear you grumble: My Lady, where are my contact lenses?" Your slippers remain by the door, your razor damp in the bathroom, your favorite mattress indented – everything is here except you.
Our children are only seven. They don’t understand "forever." I tell them: "Daddy watches over us from heaven.
But I know you’ll live in their memories – in every photo you took, every stroller you pushed, every school run you shared. These fragments will warm their lives. I’ll teach them of the gentle father who loved laughter and cherished this family.
James, this home is hollow without you.
An empty bedroom. A missing bowl at dinner. No one to wake me at dawn. "Loss" isn’t a moment – it’s reliving your absence every minute of every day.
You promised to find me next life.
I’ll wait.
On some future street corner, a man with a soft waist and baby cheeks will smile and say:My Lady, I’m home.
Forever your wife,
August 18, 2025
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