Good actor. Terrible comedian. (One of the most over-rated comedians to ever live, in my opinion.) I've been watching a Robin Williams marathon, since his death. Since I've been suffering from severe depression, and have been frequently suicidal over the past months, his death affected me a lot. Not because I think it's a great loss or a great tragedy. (People who aren't famous die all around the world, all the time.) His death has helped me, rather, come to terms with my own mortality issues. I will never be as successful, wealthy or as loved as Robin Williams. Yet, he still killed himself. Puts things in perspective in the sense that: there is no level of success (in any field) to aspire to in life that will result in certain happiness. You can be as successful as Elvis, and still be miserable. Or as rich as Michael Jackson. You can be oozing talent from every pore. Robin Williams was extremely talented at making stale material sound funny, in the tradition of all the old-school "one-liner" comedians. (Having said that, the cocaine clearly helped.) He was also a very talented dramatic actor. Not an "Elvis" figure, in terms of talent. What strikes me as profound about his suicide, is that he was as successful as he could have been. Far more successful, as a comedian at least, than he should of been. There was nothing more he could have achieved in his career, taking into account his comedic limitations.