A comedian died tonight... / by Frixos Masouras

Another "pagliacco" gone. Victim to the blackness of depression and the helplessness of its warped tentacles. He may have had 102 acting credits to his name, but we are hard-pressed to talk about numbers in order to highlight this man's legacy. You made us laugh, cry, feel and you will be sorely missed. 

How many more great actors and artists must we lose to depression? Comedians are especially susceptible to its lethal grasp. We once wrote here that comedy is one of the hardest genres to write up for any screenwriter. It seems that comedy is way more "difficult" overall, because being funny comes at a cost. What that cost is can only be know by those who carry that burden. The burden of laughter and joy, words that we never thought we'd use in tandem. 

Personally I rarely pause for more than a moment to contemplate the death of a celebrity. But much like the loss of Philip Seymour Hoffman (with whom Robin Williams starred in Patch Adams) this one hit's close. Worse still, they both fought the same losing battle against the illness that is depression.

Speaking to many friends online, it seems that innocence took a huge blow this day. Childhoods marred, the art sullied yet again and the world united in grief due to the loss of Robin Williams.

Genie, you are indeed free now. And Louie has to make good on his promise...

Thank you for everything.

- Frixos Masouras 2014