[ SECRET POST #2793 ]

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⌈ Secret Post #2793 ⌋

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[(Anonymous)]

I'm not going to claim to have loved everything he did. I'm not even going to say that I'm a huge fan or that he defined my childhood. I liked a number of his movies growing up, and they were memorable and, some, touching. Some of his films were better than others.

But when I heard of his death - namely, how it came about, including his battle with depression - I'll admit I felt incredibly sad about it. Not because I was a huge fan or because I thought he was the end all, be all of comedy. Not because I felt any sort of "guilt" for not having liked some of his films. I felt sad because a person had taken his own life. That is tragic, no matter how you feel about the person. Yes, those feelings were exacerbated by the fact that he was someone I connected with comedy and with making me laugh, but it' still a tragedy and fuck you for trying to turn it into something that it's not.