When the great African-American comedian Redd Foxx collapsed on the stage while rehearsing, his colleagues assumed that the comedian skilled at pratfalls was joking and so didn’t rush medical aid to him.
However, this time Foxx wasn’t joking, his comedy having defeated the possibility of immediately surviving. The good joke was a bad career move.
What could be a more appropriate way for a distinguished comedian to go than on a bum joke?
While this Substack might be shorter than others by me, may I venture that a greater percentage of my readers than usual will remember it?