Robert Schimmel died on Friday, September 3. On August 26, he was in serious car accident and seriously injured. According to Schimmel's sister, health issues with his liver, for which he was awaiting a transplant, had complicated his injuries.
Schimmel was a cancer survivor, having undergone chemotherapy for Non-Hodgkin Lymphoma. The cancer went into remission. Earlier this year he revealed that a hepatitis-C infection had led to cirrhosis. On his Facebook page and on Twitter, Schimmel provided his fans with regular news about his treatment. On August 26th he announced that he had just received news that a "living donor didn't work out."
Later that day he posted on his facebook wall,
"they're going to have to knock out my immune system so i don't reject the donor organ. there goes that fantasy with two hookers at the chicken ranch."
His humor was typically at least that irreverent and focused on sex. One of the first jokes I remember hearing of his was about having a string of beads shoved up his ass which he was promised would make him "come like a wildcat." It worked. Sorta.
But it wasn't all sex. He also told a story about shitting in his cat's litter box. The guy had class. From most accounts, the kind that matters.
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