Brother Sam
I miss Sam. He was side-splitting funny.
On April 10, 1992, on his drive to Nevada, Kinison’s Pontiac Trans Am collided with a truck, which was driven by a 17-year-old who had been drinking. The truck came into Kinison’s lane, and a head-on collision was inevitable.
Kinison’s crew, who had been traveling behind him in a car, thought that he was not badly injured at first. But after a few minutes of people trying to help him stay low, they heard Kinison talking to someone.
The comedian said, “I don’t want to die,” as if he were talking to a loved one. He even waited for an answer and paused in between, and he asked, “But why?” There was another pause as if he were receiving another answer, after which he seemed to calm down and said, “Okay, okay, okay.”
“The last ‘okay’ was so soft and at peace…Whatever voice was talking to him gave him the right answer and he just relaxed with it. He said it so sweet like he was talking to someone he loved,” said Carl LaBove, his best friend, who was close to Kinison as he died.
Sam Kinison’s autopsy revealed that he died of internal injuries. He had a torn aorta and torn blood vessels in his abdomen, which were the causes of his death within minutes of the accident.
I hope he made it.
Another Rodney Dangerfield discovery......along with Saget, Seinfeld, Andrew Dice Clay and others.
He was funny, and his timing was perfect.
The only thing I don’t like is he spawned dozens of these unfunny Saturday-Night clowns whose idea of comedy was just screaming. Chris Farley, etc. When the audience is unsettled, and giggles nerviously they think they are being funny.