
Man, it’s been a brutal year for Aubrey Plaza. Known for her razor-sharp wit and unforgettable role as April Ludgate on Parks and Recreation, the actress is now facing a personal storm no amount of LA sunshine can chase away. Her husband, filmmaker Jeff Baena, tragically passed away by suicide in January 2025 at the young age of 47, leaving Aubrey to grapple with a heartbreak that’s all too real in the glitz of Tinseltown.
Sitting down with her longtime pal Amy Poehler on the podcast Good Hang, Aubrey didn’t just open up - she ripped the Band-Aid right off. She’s not about those polished Hollywood soundbites; she’s giving us the raw, unfiltered truth about grief. It’s a convo that feels more like a late-night chat at a Silver Lake diner than a celeb interview.
"Grief is like this deep gorge in the middle of the desert - just packed with monsters. You can’t escape it; it’s always right there staring you down,"
Aubrey spilled, painting a picture that hits harder than a Santa Ana wind.
Rewind to 2011, when Aubrey and Jeff first linked up. They weren’t just lovers; they were a creative power couple straight outta a Hollywood dream. From indie gems like Life After Beth to quirky flicks like The Little Hours and Spin Me Round, they built a world together on and off the screen, finally saying 'I do' in 2021 with a vibe that screamed SoCal cool.
But even the tightest bonds can fray. By September 2024, Aubrey had packed up for NYC, and the two had quietly parted ways, though they kept in touch. Then came the gut punch no one saw coming - Jeff was found dead in his Los Angeles home, with the coroner ruling it a suicide by hanging. It shook the industry from the Hollywood Hills to the Venice Boardwalk.
Aubrey, along with Jeff’s family, released a statement calling it an 'unimaginable tragedy' and begged for privacy as they tried to piece their hearts back together. It’s the kind of pain that doesn’t play by red carpet rules.
What’s hitting fans hardest is Aubrey’s straight-up honesty. She’s not here to pretend she’s got it all figured out or slap a fake smile on for the paparazzi cruising down Sunset Boulevard. That 'gorge full of monsters' metaphor? It’s real - capturing the emptiness, the fear, and the weight of losing someone who was your everything.
Grief ain’t got a shot clock, and Aubrey’s making that clear. It’s not a phase you breeze through like a quick drive down the 405; it lingers, shifts, and sometimes slams into you harder than LA traffic on a Friday. For her fans, this reminder cuts deep - even stars deal with the same messy, human stuff we all do.
Yet, amidst the darkness, there’s a flicker of hope in Aubrey’s words. She’s thankful to still be here, to keep moving through the world, surrounded by peeps who’ve got her back. That balance of pain and gratitude - it’s not just relatable; it’s opening doors for real talk about mental health and loss, right here in the heart of Hollywood.