58 years old, cancer.
I don't know what to say. It's like cancer wages this global war on humor, on smile, on wit. And wins.
And strikes down mankind's best defenses against gloom and depression. The most alive and uplifting people. Those who are the best at laughing at the face of the world, and at helping us managing to do it.
For me, that's a hole in all the panel shows that kept me a bit afloat during these abominable years. I know that for others, it means infinitely worse.
But there's also... I don't know, a specific obscenity to it. Something of an oxymoron. As if relaxed cynical cheerful violent absurdist humor was the opposite of cancer death. Something unholy at the latter swallowing the former.
Once more.
I don't know what to say. It's like cancer wages this global war on humor, on smile, on wit. And wins.
And strikes down mankind's best defenses against gloom and depression. The most alive and uplifting people. Those who are the best at laughing at the face of the world, and at helping us managing to do it.
For me, that's a hole in all the panel shows that kept me a bit afloat during these abominable years. I know that for others, it means infinitely worse.
But there's also... I don't know, a specific obscenity to it. Something of an oxymoron. As if relaxed cynical cheerful violent absurdist humor was the opposite of cancer death. Something unholy at the latter swallowing the former.
Once more.
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