A neat video produced by the Walker West Music Academy, which provides today’s reassurance that, no, all the kids did not spend the summer indoors playing video games.
There wasn’t much about him that wasn’t funny, even the timing of the tumor that eventually killed him, which was discovered while he was writing a book defending pessimism and melancholoy, which made him my kind of guy.
It’s been seven years since Mitch Hedberg died. He may be the (intentionally) funniest person ever to come out of Saint Paul, Minnesota, until cocaine and heroin did him in. He was only 37.