The best part of my job as the world’s okayest celebrity blogger is that I usually get to write about stupid, ridiculous shit that no one really cares about. It’s not often that I have to write about sad shit, but unfortunately today is a day of sadness: Robin Williams, Academy Award winning actor and all around enjoyable guy has died at the age of 63.
Aladdin is hands down in my top five favourite Disney movies and Good Will Hunting is the first movie I ever watched that said “fuck” in it more than five times. Hell, Dead Poet’s Society is one of the main reasons I wanted to become an English Prof! I have “Carpe Diem” tattooed across my ribs (yolo wasn’t a thing back then), so this shit is really hard for me.
Just to make matters even sadder, it seems that Williams’ death is a suicide.
Last month, the actor checked into rehab, as he’d been battling drug and alcohol addiction his entire life. He’d also been battling intense depression as of late as well.
Robin’s wife, Susan, released this statement:
This morning, I lost my husband and my best friend, while the world lost one of its most beloved artists and beautiful human beings. I am utterly heartbroken. On behalf of Robin’s family, we are asking for privacy during our time of profound grief. As he is remembered, it is our hope the focus will not be on Robin’s death, but on the countless moments of joy and laughter he gave to millions.
Robin Williams was a great actor who made a bunch of movies that I will love forever, so even though he’s dead, and died under such sad circumstances, I’m going to choose to remember him at his best:
Too bad, Genie, I wish you could.