It was my mothers fault really. She has a sick sense of humor and introduced us to Blazing Saddles and Young Frankinstien at probably too young an age. Our early indoctrination left us with a satirical, sarcastic sense of humor.
You could find us on any given Saturday making enchiladas and watching something with our particular brand of humor. If it wasn’t a film with “Wilder” stamped on it, then it would most definitely have been something of the Monty Python variety.
As teenagers, my sisters and I would chase each other around the halls of our high school shouting “what hump?” If there was a boy we liked we’d do our best “roll in ze hay” impression. Inevitably this confused and scare off would-be suitors. It was for the best.
In College, my younger sister perfected the “one big eye and other little eye” that belonged to Igor. We frightened people publicly doing our impressions. To this day we find ourselves repeating the lines, chuckling.
As E.E Cummings so accurately put it, “The most wasted of all days is the one without laughter.”
So thank you, Gene. Thank you for making this sometimes-too-serious girl giggle. Thank you for the roaring belly laughs. Thank you for a humor that is and always will be multigenerational. Thank you for bringing my family close through your absolute silliness. Just thank you.
Rest in Peace Gene Wilder 1933-2016