Robin Williams

I'm not sure how we all thought Mork was funny, but it was at the time. GMV and Mrs. Doubtfire was his best work ever.. He had a handful of semi-serious roles that he was great in. Patch Adams, One Hour Photo, Dead Poet's Society, Good Will Hunting. I've seen several interviews with him and he was open about his past depression and drug use. You always hope that things like that are in someone's past, especially for someone like him, who had such good intentions for others. He did a lot of charity work behind the scenes, never wanting credit for it.

His legacy is that he was an encouragement to others.
 
I thought awakenings was one of his best movies.
Actually, any time he played a doctor. Those were all good roles.
 
on his mentor Jonathan Winters:

he taught me that "everybody and everything is mock-able in a wonderful way"

on his home town:
"San Francisco; where "god save the queen" has a different meaning all together!"

RIP Robin.
 
Also, spare me. It is not like your sibling died. Get over it, people die every minute of every hour. Does his humor - as NSFW and foul - make him into anything special? Do you worship celebrity?

My comment is not necessarily directed solely to Corpsmaide.


I never understand this type of reaction. Yep a hundred other people will die today and we will not give them a 2nd thought. I enjoyed this man's movies and there is nothing wrong with acknowledging that.

I don't see anyone here treating his passing as they would their sibling, and I don't see anything that borders on worship, just folks acknowledging that we have lost someone that entertained us most likely through many phases of our life as his run was quite lengthy.

I don't see what throwing a wet blanket on people's conversation about something they all have agreed to discuss brings to the table.
 
I don't see what throwing a wet blanket on people's conversation about something they all have agreed to discuss brings to the table.

Every parade that passes by will have somebody on the upper balcony who cannot resist the urge to urinate on the participants.

I feel bad for the people that truly loved him, and will forever feel robbed by what is in essence the most selfish act one can commit. :mad2:

There was a time in my life (35 years ago) when I felt that the big exit was the only solution to a daily emotional pain I couldn't bear. It was the thought of what I'd leave behind that stopped me from acting. I unloaded Mr. Ruger, put it in a drawer and have never even reloaded the clip. Still got it, just wrapped up in a rag in a drawer.
Depression, selfishness, bi-polar or karma. We will never know what led him to this point. I liked his movies and (some of) his humor. Talented? Absolutely. But everyone on this forum is talented in some way also. We would talk and mourn should someone here die (and we have had some good people on here die since I joined). And should it be by accident, aircraft or otherwise, or suicide. There will be some person who will be on the top floor unzipping his fly.
 
For my whole life, Robin Williams has been a household name. I remember watching reruns of Mork and Mindy (funny how Jeeps don't look any different today) and Good Morning Vietnam. I always enjoyed his work, and so today I listened to the replay of his interview on Fresh Air from 2006 during lunch while I was out running errands.

A very funny man and talented actor. My thought is that he struggled with depression, and likely viewed himself as being past his prime. So, rather than living several decades in what he may have perceived as mediocrity, decided to go out with a bang (figuratively) while still a household name.

The most ironic joke of his from the interview: "And as the guy on the suicide hotline said, life isn't for everybody."
 
Is that the verdict? So anyone who chooses self-initiated transitional therapy, aka, suicide, because they also may suffer from bipolar that the only explanation of their choice is their affliction? Even if that is what the coroner's report says, is bipolar the all encompassing answer? How about so and so decided to kill themselves? Occam's razor, et cetera. What you propose is that bipolar is the 91.13 of afflictions which will likely, only a matter of time, case mayhem or destruction of life. It's the wild card even when other answers are more plausible.

BTW: I have two very dear friends who are bipolar. It can be nerve rattling even when I try to create distance for my own sanity. However, I hasten to add that those same persons will often try to focus the attention of others onto their affliction. As if to say, the reason I did that (unwanted behavior) was because of...bipolar. I stand opposed to that. Bipolar is not a get out of jail free card.


No, as with anything, there are always compound reasons, however when in a depressive phase one views everything so negatively. There is no 'greener grass' to a depressive bi-polar. We don't know the rest of the circumstances surrounding his life right now. In a manic phase all the same events can happen, but the mind reacts to them differently, typically ignoring them like they didn't exist. What this leads to of course is a compounding of the problem that catches up in the depressive state. You get 3 or more compounded problems including dealing with your own 'broken' mind along with serious depression and bad decisions come easily.

Nobody says it's a get out of jail free card, in fact it's the exact opposite, it's being your own judge, jury, and executioner, eliminating ones self from society, same as if one goes to jail. It's neither your nor my place to judge him; I will say this, I'd vouch for him to God, he's made my life richer by the laughter he's brought me. Being bi-polar isn't his Get out of Jail Free card, the laughter he brought so many people while he was alive is. He was also a really good dramatic actor as well.
 
Bull****. If it is ubiquitous it is not abnormal. The truth is Robin Williams was a gifted man. The truth also is he was possessed of demons. Don't kid yourself by trying to placate the consequences of his choices. APA would have you believe there is a gene for every thing under the sun. Good grief.

Also, spare me. It is not like your sibling died. Get over it, people die every minute of every hour. Does his humor - as NSFW and foul - make him into anything special? Do you worship celebrity?

My comment is not necessarily directed solely to Corpsmaide.

He made me laugh and sometimes he made me cry. There are not too many in the world that can do that, and now there is one less.
 
I'm not sure how we all thought Mork was funny, but it was at the time. GMV and Mrs. Doubtfire was his best work ever.. He had a handful of semi-serious roles that he was great in. Patch Adams, One Hour Photo, Dead Poet's Society, Good Will Hunting. I've seen several interviews with him and he was open about his past depression and drug use. You always hope that things like that are in someone's past, especially for someone like him, who had such good intentions for others. He did a lot of charity work behind the scenes, never wanting credit for it.

His legacy is that he was an encouragement to others.

I still swear, as would my deckhand, that Robin Williams in a Ms Doubtfire suit riding a Razor scooter almost plowed me down in Cannes at the film festival.
 
TMZ stating that he was broke and sick over having to take TV roles and make sequels just for the paycheck.

I suspect "broke" is a pretty subjective term here but who knows.

I am bummed that he is gone and that he went out like this.
 
Nobody says it's a get out of jail free card,.

This is probably one of those things that if you've never been close with someone with a mental illness that you just don't get it.
 
This is probably one of those things that if you've never been close with someone with a mental illness that you just don't get it.

Yeah, I get it all too well lol. During high school I fielded many 01:00-04:00 phone calls from seriously mentally I'll people, many very interesting conversations into the workings of their minds and how they thought about things.
 
In 1978, Mary and I were in Hollywood. We were strolling those bizarre (to our Midwestern sensibilities) streets when someone handed us tickets to a new TV show that was being filmed before a live audience. They were free, and the studio wasn't far away, but we had other plans, and thought the show sounded "stupid" -- so we tossed them.

That show? Mork & Mindy, of course. :(

R.I.P., Mr. Williams. You were our best and brightest.
 
Wow. My wife actually saved the ticket from 1978!

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Same here. A selfish act.

I suspect he was suffering horribly. It's sad that he was unable to get the help he needed.

His life, his choice. The ones that want you to stay around are the selfish ones. People have every right to end their life.


What is a shrink going to say anyway?

"don't do that" Now here is my bill for $1000.

Not that money would have a problem for him, but just saying.

Anyway RIP Robin.
 
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His life, his choice. The ones that want you to stay around are the selfish ones. People have every right to end their life.


What is a shrink going to say anyway?

"don't do that" Now here is my bill for $1000.

Not that money would have a problem for him, but just saying.

Anyway RIP Robin.

No, a shrink doesn't do that, a good shrink guides you through thinking your problems through to a productive result rather than a destructive one. A good shrink teaches you to manage your mind.
 
Some of the lack of understanding of the disease of depression and frankly lack of compassion is astounding...hopefully simply ignorance and not stupidity...of course in this culture we like to treat mental illness as a "moral failing" not the disease which it is.
 
Some of the lack of understanding of the disease of depression and frankly lack of compassion is astounding...hopefully simply ignorance and not stupidity...of course in this culture we like to treat mental illness as a "moral failing" not the disease which it is.

Compassion is the first casualty of consumerism.
 
No, as with anything, there are always compound reasons, however when in a depressive phase one views everything so negatively. There is no 'greener grass' to a depressive bi-polar. We don't know the rest of the circumstances surrounding his life right now. In a manic phase all the same events can happen, but the mind reacts to them differently, typically ignoring them like they didn't exist. What this leads to of course is a compounding of the problem that catches up in the depressive state. You get 3 or more compounded problems including dealing with your own 'broken' mind along with serious depression and bad decisions come easily.

Nobody says it's a get out of jail free card, in fact it's the exact opposite, it's being your own judge, jury, and executioner, eliminating ones self from society, same as if one goes to jail. It's neither your nor my place to judge him; I will say this, I'd vouch for him to God, he's made my life richer by the laughter he's brought me. Being bi-polar isn't his Get out of Jail Free card, the laughter he brought so many people while he was alive is. He was also a really good dramatic actor as well.
No, a shrink doesn't do that, a good shrink guides you through thinking your problems through to a productive result rather than a destructive one. A good shrink teaches you to manage your mind.
Henning has good insight. He must have learned a thing or two from his father who I suspect was a damn fine and compassionate physician.
 
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today I listened to the replay of his interview on Fresh Air from 2006 during lunch while I was out running errands.

Thanks for letting us know about it Ted, I missed it, listening to the podcast now.

I just got done listening, thanks again, Ted. Quite the interview as many of Terry's are.
 
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Guess who I agree with??

...hint...not the first two...

Tim, I don't know if you are what is referred to as a survivor of suicide, a family member or loved one who is left behind after a suicide. I hope you are not. The pain can be excruciating and the pain is magnified by the confusion, guilt and stigma that goes along with it. So anger is a very natural emotion.

The effect it can have on young children when a parent dies of suicide can be horrendous. They might ask did mommy kill herself because I wasn't good enough or because I didn't do well enough in school, or the classic didn't mommy love me enough. Can you imagine a survivor spouse/parent dealing with that? The natural and unselfish response would naturally be how they hell could she do that to our children.

Depression can be a crushing disease but it is not fatal and it does wax and wane. I have seen people with depression so deep that they need to be hospitalized on numerous occasions, fight their way out of it sometimes on multiple occasions.

I believe that people should be responsible for their own destiny but most suicides are not people with end stage terminal diseases ala Dr. Kevorkian. Many people who kill themselves have unrealistic and psychotic beliefs and think their death would be a benefit to others when it would be just the opposite.

So I have to respectfully disagree anger is a natural and unselfish emotion. Note that anger often goes hand in hand with grief.
 
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What Adam says is true. A cousin of mine killed herself in college. According to her note, she couldn't take the stress of her full ride scholarship requirements (I think athletic) and didn't want to put her parents through the stress of trying to pay for college they couldn't afford.

22 years later, I'm sure they still agree that would have been a welcome stress.
 
In NTSB speak...

Robin Williams made a deliberate decision to die. Depression was a significant factor but not the cause of death.

I suspect the toxicology report will tell the rest of the tale. Decisions there also.

I will mourn his loss like anyone else, but I won't demean him and pretend he wasn't smart enough to know what he was choosing to do.

He knew. If he took anything prior to doing it, he knew the effect those substances had on him too.

Sheriff's reports today included new detail that he had cuts on a wrist and they were testing a pocketknife found nearby to see if the substance on it was actually blood.

He was a brilliant entertainer who decided it was time to go. He made a decision. Probably from a very bad and dark emotional problem in his broken brain chemistry, no doubt, but still a decision.

He graced us all with many good times. I can respect his choice as his to make, even if I would prefer it were in my power to help him, and I would have.

The part we all dislike is fact: We cannot stop someone from choosing not to live.

The two people who got this through to me were the man who married us, who lived for years with his wife in a life-threatening state of depression who told us frankly that marriage included good times and bad and how he would leave for work every morning not knowing if his spouse would choose life or death each day for years, and my father who always had the exact same thing to say about any suicide, which was rooted in his personal belief that most people caused a lot of their own problems by simply not making decisions in life... He lived a very deliberate life. When he chose to accomplish something he simply did it. He understood that it might mean other things had to lose priority or be lost altogether to reach the goal. If you chose to have a goal you simply kept going until you accomplished it or you changed your priorities, which if you had given the decision enough thought, rarely had to change.

"At least (s)he made a decision."
 
Nice Nate,

Tim, I don't know if you are what is referred to as a survivor of suicide, a family member or loved one who is left behind after a suicide.

Adam, I'm from a huge family so, yeah, there are a couple in there. Plus a couple of high school friends. I agree with much of what you said. I don't agree with the "it's the coward's way out" sentiment that so many express when a suicide occurs.
 
The part we really dislike is that it means we will die too. We don't like death in general and can't understand people who are done with being alive.
 
Nice Nate,







Adam, I'm from a huge family so, yeah, there are a couple in there. Plus a couple of high school friends. I agree with much of what you said. I don't agree with the "it's the coward's way out" sentiment that so many express when a suicide occurs.


Hopefully not offensive. I figure those of us still here after such a personal decision by someone else should just be known as the Confused. It rarely really makes sense to the survivors ever.

We come up with rationalizations over time and the magic of our own brain chemistry is that memories of our own trauma tend to fade over time, too.

One exception to that is PTSD which we don't fully understand but we do know it requires extremely conscious effort on the part of some to relax after trauma. Their memories don't seem to fade as easily and they seem to replay them looking for an answer to something. I listened to a speech made by military policeman who suffered from PTSD for over a decade after he stopped a massacre. He said the critical piece of information his brain needed was to hear the dispatch recordings of his response that day. Once he sat with a stopwatch and realized he had responded and neutralized the maniac in only two minutes, he started to recover. It took his FOIA request years and years to get that tape. (Officer who stopped the gunman on Fairchild AFB only days before the infamous B-52 crash when the crew exceeded the flight envelope of the aircraft during a demo. Everyone here probably knows about that. Few remember there was a gunman shooting up the place only four days prior.)

The person committing suicide chooses death, and we just pick up our emotional pieces and misunderstandings and continue on.

The part we really dislike is that it means we will die too. We don't like death in general and can't understand people who are done with being alive.


I think you're on to something there, Henning. I've also noted throughout history that people who have seen a lot of death through war, tend to be a lot more appreciative of life and a lot less scared of dying. That's a generalization, but this year's reading has been on WWII and the number of later "famous" folk who spent time in the infantry on the front lines in WWII is amazing. It's like they came home and said, "What have I got to lose? I already watched thousands die and know how fast it can all be over... Might as well go do [insert whatever they felt like doing, here]." They kinda seem like they get reminded that at least for them personally, they like life more than death and they want more out of the time they have left.
 
"Cowards way", that's rather a matter of perspective now isn't it. Death is the great unknown, it is what we fear most. To chose it over a known, that is not exactly how I define cowardly.
 
A long while back I rented "World's Greatest Dad", allegedly a comedy starring Williams and written by Bobcat Goldwait.

Definitely NOT a comedy in my view, not even a "black" one. Not a good movie, either, IMHO.

I just looked it up, remembering that in the film, the William's character's son had committed suicide.

Apparently I misremembered just a bit:

One night, after Kyle and Lance spend an evening with Claire, Lance discovers that Kyle has died in an autoerotic asphyxiation accident in his bedroom. To avoid embarrassing his son, he stages Kyle’s death as a suicide. He writes a suicide note on Kyle’s computer and hangs his son’s body in the closet. A classmate later obtains the suicide note from police records and publishes it in the school newspaper. The note strikes a chord with the students and faculty, and suddenly many students claim to have been friends with Kyle and are touched by how deep and intelligent he shows himself to be in his writings.

Enjoying the attention his writing is finally receiving, Lance decides to write and publish a phony journal that was supposedly written by his son before his death. Kyle becomes something of a post-mortem cult phenomenon at the school, and soon Lance begins to receive the adoration that he has always desired. Andrew finds Kyle’s suicide note and journals as highly uncharacteristic based on Kyle's personality when he was alive, but Lance brushes him off when Andrew confronts him. The journal soon attracts the attention of book publishers and Lance lands a television appearance on a nationally broadcast talk show. The school principal then decides to rename the school library in Kyle’s honor.

At the library dedication, Lance finds that he can no longer live with his lie and confesses before the school. Lance is denounced by the students and faculty, including Claire. Lance nevertheless feels reborn, and dives naked into the school's swimming pool. Andrew tells Lance he knew the truth all along, and that he enjoyed Lance's writing. The final scene shows both of them happily watching zombie movies and eating marijuana brownies with Lance's neighbor.


Sounds like a laugh riot, right? :no:
 
Hopefully not offensive. I figure those of us still here after such a personal decision by someone else should just be known as the Confused. It rarely really makes sense to the survivors ever.

We come up with rationalizations over time and the magic of our own brain chemistry is that memories of our own trauma tend to fade over time, too.

One exception to that is PTSD which we don't fully understand but we do know it requires extremely conscious effort on the part of some to relax after trauma. Their memories don't seem to fade as easily and they seem to replay them looking for an answer to something. I listened to a speech made by military policeman who suffered from PTSD for over a decade after he stopped a massacre. He said the critical piece of information his brain needed was to hear the dispatch recordings of his response that day. Once he sat with a stopwatch and realized he had responded and neutralized the maniac in only two minutes, he started to recover. It took his FOIA request years and years to get that tape. (Officer who stopped the gunman on Fairchild AFB only days before the infamous B-52 crash when the crew exceeded the flight envelope of the aircraft during a demo. Everyone here probably knows about that. Few remember there was a gunman shooting up the place only four days prior.)

The person committing suicide chooses death, and we just pick up our emotional pieces and misunderstandings and continue on.




I think you're on to something there, Henning. I've also noted throughout history that people who have seen a lot of death through war, tend to be a lot more appreciative of life and a lot less scared of dying. That's a generalization, but this year's reading has been on WWII and the number of later "famous" folk who spent time in the infantry on the front lines in WWII is amazing. It's like they came home and said, "What have I got to lose? I already watched thousands die and know how fast it can all be over... Might as well go do [insert whatever they felt like doing, here]." They kinda seem like they get reminded that at least for them personally, they like life more than death and they want more out of the time they have left.

When you imply that someone in the depths of depression, "chooses" death, makes a conscious decision, you fail to appreciate how the disease robs someone of the full reasoning capacity and the ability to make reasoned logical decisions. People in the depths of this disease are robbed of the insight/belief that it is going to get better (which it does) and in that moment of painful despair, there seems to be no other solution then to end the unbearable pain. This is not a "moral" decision, this is not a well reasoned decision, it is an act committed because the disease removes the ability to see any alternative.

Depression, severe depression, can cause true psychosis in its depths...hearing voices...it has been documented, in our culture these experiences are usually very negative...frightening relentless calls to kill yourself because you are worthless...is ending your life in a situation like this a conscious choice? When you can not distinguish reality from hallucination?

If you see a poor soul with a cast on his leg and crutches struggling to carry a bag of groceries to his car do you mutter to yourself about that pathetic weakling who can't even carry his own bag of groceries? Of course not, you recognize he has an infirmity that has temporarily crippled his physical abilities...but depression is no different then that broken leg....it is a disease of the psyche that, since you can not physically see, you do not understand. Again, many regard mental illness as a moral failing from an individual...it is not, it is a disease and the damage it does to the psyche to the person is devastating.
 
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That's really cool, although someone is a hoarder lol

I call them...Collectors. Its people who keep trash that are hoarders.

I have 1000 bolts, does not mean I hoard them. I am collecting bolts.

I have 1000 plastic water jugs. I have a problem unless you are building a house or some crap out of them.

By the way..I do not have 1000 plastic water jugs....Maybe 900...all in my car...my version of bubble wrap....

Tony
 
When you imply that someone in the depths of depression, "chooses" death, makes a conscious decision, you fail to appreciate how the disease robs someone of the full reasoning capacity and the ability to make reasoned logical decisions. People in the depths of this disease are robbed of the insight/belief that it is going to get better (which it does) and in that moment of painful despair, there seems to be no other solution then to end the unbearable pain. This is not a "moral" decision, this is not a well reasoned decision, it is an act committed because the disease removes the ability to see any alternative.



Depression, severe depression, can cause true psychosis in its depths...hearing voices...it has been documented, in our culture these experiences are usually very negative...frightening relentless calls to kill yourself because you are worthless...is ending your life in a situation like this a conscious choice? When you can not distinguish reality form hallucination?



If you see a poor soul with a cast on his leg and crutches struggling to carry a bag of groceries to his car do you mutter to yourself about that pathetic weakling who can't even carry his own bag of groceries? Of course not, you recognize he has an infirmity that has temporarily crippled his physical abilities...but depression is no different then that broken leg....it is a disease of the psyche that, since you can not physically see, you do not understand. Again, many regard mental illness as a moral failing from an individual...it is not, it is a disease and the damage it does to the psyche to the person is devastating.


All correct. But there's still a decision made to act. Pick up the knife, jump off the bridge, hang the belt from the rafters, pull the trigger, Etc. You are choosing to depart the mortal. It's deliberate.

That bothers people. They want a tidier solution. Deep feeling of despair from depression, etc.

Someone who had to get the belt from the pants, move the chair somewhere, loop the belt and latch it, move under it, and sit... Every one of those actions is a choice... AFTER he already tried cutting his wrists. He made the decision over and over and over.

Not what people want to hear. I know. But I won't disrespect his decision trying to find a simple answer for it. What happened in that room was a fairly long slow deliberate process.
 
I call them...Collectors. Its people who keep trash that are hoarders.

I have 1000 bolts, does not mean I hoard them. I am collecting bolts.

I have 1000 plastic water jugs. I have a problem unless you are building a house or some crap out of them.

By the way..I do not have 1000 plastic water jugs....Maybe 900...all in my car...my version of bubble wrap....

Tony
When it comes to cats, though, you are a hoarder.
 
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