Robin Williams died today, at his own hand. One of the great comic geniuses of all time was unable to amuse the demons of alcohol and drug abuse (my opinion only, of course, but that’s the benefit of being the guy doing the writing.)
Watching him live could make you laugh until you hurt; offstage he was pretty quiet and easy to talk to in the couple of times I met him.
Here is my favorite clip, I think it’s the funniest bit ever:
Trying to interview him after a performance was like trying to herd hyper cats with a pocket full of catnip and sardines.
Thanks Chris, that was very good. It’s a sad day for the comic world.