Robin Williams is dead.
I think I'm still in shock. This man was one of the figureheads of my childhood, if not the defining figure. Second only to Calvin and Hobbes.
I grew up with this guy and continue to enjoy his stuff to this day. So many amazing movies! Good Will Hunting, Aladdin, Fern Gully, Jumanji, Flubber, Hook, Mrs. Doubtfire, Bicentennial Man, Good Morning Vietnam, Patch Adams, Dead Poets Society, Night At The Museum, What Dreams May Come, World's Greatest Dad, and quite simply one of the best comedians in history. His stand up comedy! Oh, dear god his stand up comedy! One of the funniest men in history.
Why do all the truly great comedians go before their time? George Carlin, Richard Pryor, John Candy, Chris Farley, Bill Hicks, John Belushi, Greg Giraldo, Patrice O'Neal...and now Robin Williams. Yet another voice who told it like it is, and made us laugh our asses off at the same time, *fft.* Just like that.
We would be hard pressed to ever find another like him. He's pretty much the patron saint of happiness in my book!
Oh wait, I haven't even told you the worst part yet! Evidence is pointing at the cause of death being suicide.
Suicide. Just...fuck everything. I mean, if such a wonderful person, who brought so much joy to so many people can get so low as to take their own life, just...what's the point, man?