I was out today and my phone died on me, so, I came home and I plugged it in. The first thing to pop up onto my screen when it turned on was a notification from The New York Times, and my heart just sank. Sometimes I see people who say, "who cares? Everybody dies," and things of that ilk, whenever a celebrity dies, and, in some ways, I think that they're doing a tremendous disservice to these people, and just how much they impact our lives. Take Mr. Williams, the entire reason for his notoriety was that he made people laugh; he was good at it. Sure, there were his more serious turns as an actor, at times, but that's not what defined his career. This was a man who made it his life's mission to make people happy.
I just think, "out of the countless people who saw his movies, how many may have been battling depression, or contemplating doing what he is suspected to have done?" Even one person who may have broken up all of those bad days with one of his films, and how much of a difference the laughter they felt that day may have impacted them. There would be a brutal irony to this, if that were the case. I don't know...it just breaks my heart to know that a guy who have so much happiness to so many people couldn't feel it in his own life.
