It's hard to explain why I'm so sad hearing about the death of Mitch Hedberg. He was my age, sure, so there's empathy and selfishness in hearing about his death. But he was a damn funny guy, and very talented and charming. My wife and I saw him perform in Seattle a few years ago and left a little depressed: he had been pretty hilarious, but it was so clear that he was an alcoholic. He was stealing drinks from tables adjacent to the stage (with the drinks' owners' permission). They don't know whether drugs or alcohol were involved in his heart failure, but it's just damned sad.
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