I’m sure that in the days and weeks to come we will learn more about the circumstances of his death. The Marin Sheriff’s Department is investigating.

See the PDF from the Marin Sheriff’s office.

But first I’d like people to recount a time or place that he made you laugh, think or cry.

I did stand up comedy in San Francisco at the Holy City Zoo where Robin Williams performed. My comedy coach, John Cantu, talked about when he would come to the clubs and take over the stage for an evening. I kept wishing that I was there on one of the nights he did that. Unfortunately he had moved on by the time I started. I had seen him perform at Comedy Day and loved to hear him live. I ran into him one time down at the Marina. He had the hairiest arms of anyone I had ever seen.

We’ve heard tales about his drug problems but not so much about depression. His death might be related, we don’t know yet. But I know a lot of stand-up comedians have suffered from severe depression. And it reminds me of this story:

A man goes to a doctor, claiming he’s depressed. He feels as if the world doesn’t care about his problems, as if he’s the pole the universe pisses on. The doctor ponders the man’s problems, unsure of what to do, until suddenly he remembers: “The circus is in town, and Pagliaccio the clown is there! Why don’t you go see his show, I’m sure that’ll cheer you up.” The man breaks down crying and sobs “But I am Pagliaccio the clown!!”

 Rest in peace Robin, and thanks for all the laughs.