I don't know what to say about the loss of Robin Williams. It's just so sad and tragic and impossible to describe with any words that remotely capture someone so original, someone I always thought was dancing (and riffing) as fast as he could to try to contain the darkness nipping at his heels. He was hilarious, yes, a dynamo of energy and inspiration and insanity. But, like his hero Jonathan Winters, there was also something fragile there.
I prefer to remember the funny.
Ken Levine, the sportscaster/TV writer who runs a great blog, has written it as well as I can imagine. So let's read that, eat Fruit Punch Oreos, sing the Genie's songs from Aladdin, share quotes from Dead Poets Society or Good Will Hunting, take a look at The Fisher King or Popeye, and maybe refresh our memories of Mork from Ork.
Goodbye, Robin Williams. We shall not see your like again.