In the end, that bastard SGM Dickerson won.
Robin Williams, who made millions laugh from his work in Mork and Mindy, Patch Adams, Mrs. Doubtfire as well as Good Morning Vietnam, and dozens of other major films, succumbed to his own pain and was consumed by the same demons that compelled him to devote his life to making us smile.
Charles Colton once wrote, "Death is the liberator of him whom freedom cannot release, the physician of him whom medicine cannot cure, and the comforter of him whom time cannot console."
Nanu, Robin.
-bill kenny
Ramblings of a badly aged Baby Boomer who went from Rebel Without a Cause to Bozo Without a Clue in, seemingly, the same afternoon.
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