Mordja posted:

I listened to an interview with him on a podcast from this year and he's still sharp as a knife, too.

Nooner posted:

heh hehe heheheh its all like 2016 sucked heheh remember like Windows 98's bad tattoo hahaha i miss that crazy kid

OctoberBlues posted:

He's actually the new robot admin, it's a double switcheroo situation.

Sid Vicious posted:

is this true because drat I loved young Frankenstein so much

Mordja posted:

I listened to an interview with him on a podcast from this year and he's still sharp as a knife, too.

Ein cooler Typ posted:

Musicians are degenerate drug addicts. Not surprising when one of them ODs

Big Mean Jerk posted:

i share a birthday with gene wilder

gently caress this dumbass year


if it's the one I'm thinking of, he's amazing at telling stories that normally wouldn't be interesting in the slightest

Mordja posted:

http://www.earwolf.com/episode/a-conversation-with-mel-brooks/

EugeneJ posted:

If you've never heard him telling the story of Gilda Radner dying after he sent her to get a catscan done and she slipped into a coma, it's heartbreaking

BillmasterCozb posted:

i wonder what will happen when Carrie Fisher dies

edit: oh wait she isnt currently taking drugs nevermind

ElectricSheep posted:

she cut whatever deal Keith Richards did

And by "deal" i mean coke

Wamdoodle posted:

gently caress this goddamn earth, gently caress

Macasaurus posted:

maybe wonder if 2016 is your year next

crabcakes66 posted:

We can only hope. Right?

quote:

She went in for the scan – but the people there could not keep her on the gurney. She was raving like a crazed woman – she knew they would give her morphine and was afraid she’d never regain consciousness. She kept getting off the cart as they were wheeling her out. Finally three people were holding her gently and saying, "Come on Gilda. We’re just going to go down and come back up." She kept saying, "Get me out, get me out!" She’d look at me and beg me, "Help me out of here. I’ve got to get out of here." And I’d tell her, "You’re okay honey. I know. I know." They sedated her, and when she came back, she remained unconscious for three days. I stayed at her side late into the night, sometimes sleeping over. Finally a doctor told me to go home and get some sleep. At 4 am on Saturday, I heard a pounding on my door. It was an old friend, a surgeon, who told me, "Come on. It’s time to go." When I got there, a night nurse, whom I still want to thank, had washed Gilda and taken out all the tubes. She put a pretty yellow barrette in her hair. She looked like an angel. So peaceful. She was still alive, and as she lay there, I kissed her. But then her breathing became irregular, and there were long gaps and little gasps. Two hours after I arrived, Gilda was gone. While she was conscious, I never said goodbye.

Vastarien posted:

Him talking about the death of Gilda Radner is pretty fuckin sad, man.

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Junior Jr. posted:

I guess he didn't have it in his genes.