Is there anything more depressing than when a comedian dies?

Perhaps a clown with cancer. But then again, Stephen King never wrote a novel about how a stand-up comic goes on a rampage, scarring many people from ever really enjoying Comedy Central again. (Again, Stephen, if you're reading this, "The [Mic] Stand" is another book idea I'll never write, so don't steal it just because I'm lazy.)

God, I haven't been this bummed out since Mitch Hedberg's untimely death.