It's a real thing that a fat man at a sumptuously laid out Chinese buffet WOULD like to stay for hours to sample as many succulent dishes as possible. It's embarrassingly true. And yes, we DO get "the look" if not the outright verbal directives from the restaurant personnel that we've overstayed our welcome almost the second we walk in the door.
"YOU GO NOW! You been here FOUR HOUR!" screamed high-pitched in a borderline-racist fake Chinese-accented rant has been, and will always be, my favorite quote from John's brilliant bits.
Yes, yes, every fat comedian does the "fat guy jokes" but John did them best. As he got into his over-the-top delivery, every flab of his double, nay nay, triple chin wiggled wildly, sweat poured from his brow under the hot lights of the stage and the sheer physical stress of a jerky animated performance by a markedly massive body. He gave each show his all. His painful, embarrassing all...for the sake of entertainment.
Unfortunately, the jokes have ended as he was found dead in his hotel room this afternoon. Morbidity is, after all, the key component in the disease of morbid obesity. John was 50. In two days, I'll be 50.
I think I too will put down my fork (yes, nay nay chopsticks...can't shovel it in with chopsticks) and walk away from the buffet. Before Old Man Death forces me out.