“Why are the kids crying? Rick is dead. The people’s poet is dead! But how can he be dead if we still have his poems.”
From The Young Ones.
Sad news, the death of Rik Mayall.
Hopefully, he’s in the underworld right now with his giant frying-pan gripped firmly in his hands, giving Thatcher exactly what she has coming. And you can take that (picture Rik’s shaking head) both ways young man. It’s what he would have wanted.
Obviously, when he arrived in heaven earlier that day and saw God in his white robes proferring flutes of Champagne and a silver-platter of choice nibbles, he kicked him promptly in the knackers, turned directly to camera and said – “What a puff!” Then, using Neil’s underwear, parachuted to the underworld for the above mentioned bit of outstanding ‘business’, whichever way you’ve taken it young man.
So farewell then, Rick with a silent P – Goodbyeeeeeee
P.S. I’ve probably offended everyone with that; it’s what he would have wanted.