Robin Williams' suicide is a punch to the gut.
It's a shock to the system. His death means we've lost one of Hollywood's most beloved entertainers — and certainly the industry's biggest ball of energy.
Williams could do it all. Truly.
He could make me laugh, cry and certainly make me laugh until I cried.
Whether it's a comedy or a drama, Williams was brilliant. He had the uncanny ability to elicit a hearty belly laugh as easily as he could pull at your heartstrings. That's just plain brilliant acting — getting laughs (his stand-up routines, "Mork & Mindy," "Mrs. Doubtfire," "Aladdin"), making you root for his characters ("Mrs. Doubtfire," "Hook"), pulling for his downfall (Christopher Nolan's "Insomnia") and being inspired by what his characters say, do and symbolize "(Dead Poet's Society" and "Good Will Hunting").
Because of that versatility, everyone has their own favorite Robin Williams.
What I'll miss most about Williams is his manic energy. His random insights and observations are nothing short of genius. Williams' seemingly ADHD "squirrel!" moments weren't just spot on; they'd have me in hysterics. And while I'd be wiping tears out of my face and recovering from a spontaneuous stomach ache, I'd be amazed at the way his mind worked.
I grew up on Williams on "Happy Days" and then "Mork & Mindy." I never missed an episode. Mom was in tears from his antics as often I was. We especially enjoyed Mork's weekly reports to his home planet at the end of each episode — an often hysterical, but always insightful look at life and humanity.
My heart and prayers go out to Williams, family, friends and loved ones. Long live the unprecedented brilliant legacy of Robin Williams.