In most cases, it would change the ideas and message he presented. When examined logically, one sees the suffering of Alan Watts as an affirmation to the fact that his message of well-being is at least lacking. But when examined further, it's rather piercing that Alan Watts was only an Actor; A shell or a Vessel to knowledge that is inherent within the collective consciousness. It's this Spirit which is to be celebrated, that inalienable core which was represented through his shell. In the end, his message is unshakable, and proven - As simple of an understanding as possible, driven by unimaginable complexity - That we are all One.
No one... NO one is perfect. We are simply colonies of cells. Clumps of twisted, vibrating matter... Blundering about in the cold, vast void. Even beyond this, there is something perfect within each of us, and we all share it. It's not something that can be conquered, pillaged, or even Truly Understood.
Still, there it is. Often, it's his slurring, drunken voice which is the one that re-births me into this understanding.