On the Death of a Monster

I generally frown on humor, seeing mirth and frivolity as nothing more than nervous noise people make when they are trying to deny the fact that after their brief and miserable lives, they are heading straight to Hell, where they will burn and suffer for all eternity. Still laughing, clown boy?

Hee hee hee. I figured you would be. Kick the thermostat up a notch!

However, if I have to watch comedy, then Young Frankenstein is, if not my favorite, then one of my favorites. So, it is with some sadness that I must note the passing of everybody's favorite monster. There wasn't a bad actor in that film, and Mr. Boyle's performance was a stand-out performance.

In the end, what is there but to sing, "Putin' on the Ritz!"?