Came home yesterday to the news that Mel Smith had died of a heart attack.
But he wasn’t that old!
Mel’s early death at 60 made people question their own mortality. He died in his sleep at home, which would be the majority preference if we were given the choice.
But 60 does seem a bit young.
“Thinking about sad news about Mel Smith. Only 6 years older than me. Time to get on with things I want to do. Life is no rehearsal.”
AJ on Twitter
Buddha said that our biggest mistake is that we think we have time.
Mel’s death seemed to resonate with people.
It was trending on Twitter yesterday, and some lovely tributes have been made.
Even the sun round here has gone in out of respect, leaving an appropriate chill in the air.
Robert Llewellyn Tweeted: “Very shocked and sad to hear about lovely Mel Smith. He was a truly wonderful, funny and very kind man. Bit dazed by the news.”
and FJ replied, “Utterly heartbreaking. I’m not ashamed to say I shed tears at the news. A terribly tragic loss.”
Well, I wouldn’t go quite that far, but I did shed a few tears.
“Sad news about Mel Smith. Not the Nine O’Clock News was my first ever essential comedy show, aged 9.” Like Dara O’Briain, I went to school with these comedy sketches going round my mind.
An essential part in a golden age of British satire
Mel Smith and friends’ satiric take on topical events was intelligent and funny and lifted the heaviness of living in Thatcher’s Britain.
It offered another way of looking at things that was altogether lighter and brilliantly skewed. Much needed.
Since things change according to the way you look at them;
by consciously viewing thing in a different way, we can alter not only how they appear, but what they are to us.
This idea is valuable and worth playing with. It gives us some distance, and therefore a clearer perspective on events. Incredibly helpful.
Thank you Mel.
Our prayers are with you.
May they be guiding lights for the next stage
of your journey.
Warning: contains dubious use of Latin word play.