Seeing Don Rickles on the tribute they held for him last year was really a good way to say goodbye. He was old and it was actually sad to see him surrounded by none of his peers - he outlived them all.
His comedy was so good that to this day it doesn't matter how many times I watch him do faux Italian to Frank Sinatra on Johnny Carson or how many times I watch him say 'Reegan or Reagan, what do they call you?" - I just burst out laughing and can barely contain myself.
It comes at a time when this week I consumed two comedy specials on Netflix, Dave Chapelle and Louis C.K - both were terrific but they didn't have that special magic that Don Rickles had and his death, for me, marks the last final door closing on an era that has well and truly passed which will never be repeated again.
Reagan, Sinatra, Hope, Davis, Brooks, Martin, Heston - all those wonderful guests on the old Roasts, they're all gone. Now Rickles too.
Goodbye old friend, you never stopped making me laugh.
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