I wrote the preview blog for #DozVsTheDozen 53 earlier but still needed to re-watch Thursday night's double-header matches before posting. So I turned the brightness down and listened to both omw to and from BJ's to get gas ($3.57 & 9/10 a gallon, NBD) and some household paper goods. That's when I found out the horrible news via a group chat that comedy legend Gilbert Gottfried had passed away. He was 67 years old.
Gilbert Gottfried had perhaps the most recognizable voice in all of entertainment. You could seemingly confuse Eddie Vedder and Chris Cornell if you're not a music person, but there was no confusion about who Gilbert Gottfried was once you heard that voice. Whether it be Aladdin, the voice of the Aflac Duck for 11 years, or his hilarious, side-splitting sets at the Comedy Central Roasts, there was no duplicating GG.
Like fellow Comedy Central Roaster Norm MacDonald, I had no idea Gilbert was sick. It's another massive blow for comedy and even more heartbreaking when you see old Gilbert tweets like this.
My favorite Gilbert Gottfried story has to be at the Hugh Hefner Roast when he told a 9/11 joke just weeks after the event, lost the room, then won them all back and then some with his rendition of the Aristocrats.
That's what I love about Gilbert Gottfried. He was never afraid and didn't back down. He was a comedian's comedian. As more and more losers and crybabies attempt to destroy the art of comedy, he never backed down. Nothing should be off-limits in comedy, and Gilbert Gottfried lived that every day of his career.
Not only was he one of the funniest, most unique talents to ever walk this planet, but he was also a hashtag good guy, using his unique voice to help the efforts in Ukraine.
It's such a shame he's gone. Both of Gottfried's kids are both under 15. My thoughts and love are with them and his wife Dara. Rest in Peace.