Crash Landing

Charles Rocket is dead. He was found behind his house, throat cut. A victim of suicide. And for some reason, this bothers me.

Why is it that the death, and especially the suicide, of a comic seems somehow more terrible? Is it because they're supposed to be different? Is it because their being comics automatically translates into their being happy? All the time? Or is it because they were funny, and somehow that is supposed to make them invulnerable to tragedy? I don't know the answer to this.

But I DO know that Charles Rocket was different. But, somehow, he wasn't happy. He wasn't invulnerable. And that makes the whole thing tragic. Any death is tragic. And suicide only confuses things even further beyond comprehension. Charles Rocket, you will be missed. And, know this: the FCC can't get you now. Curse all you want, you funny bastard.