I just read about Paul Lynde…I never realized, but he died 1982 at age 55, from a massive heart attack damaged by alcoholism and cigarettes, and substance abuse, tragically unhappy. I loved him so much, he was imo a world class comedian, peer with Robin Williams.
And then you think about the great ones of the 20th century – Robin Williams, Bill Cosby, Richard Pryor his free-basing blew up, George Carlin maybe not as desolate…but still, what is going on? Is it the unhappy pressure of celebrity, or is there something so ironic about giving happiness to so many while the genius himself/herself is in such despair?