He was going to die anyway, just like you and I will on some day we know not when.
As long as he doesn’t waste any more time being interviewed by idiotic motormouth gits from the online version of Atlantic Magazine who won’t let him finish a sentence before spouting off their own questionable wit and wisdom, like he was last week, I think he’ll cope. He seemed pretty upset that it’s coming soon.
Apparently, the 92nd Street Y in NYC has him scheduled for a talk on 7 October. It sold out immediately. I hope he makes that far. I think I can forgive him saying that women aren’t funny in Vanity Fair in 2007. He hadn’t met me yet, and he never will, poor thing.