For anyone who has seen the show Scrubs, surely one might remember the sloppy all-time sweating incompetent attorney who lurks about the hospital playing his comedic part far away from being a mere slap-stick addition.
Forever so long had I been contemplating to write an entry on the show, on how incredible it is that it means something different now than when I had caught it in my earlier days. But it has to be this way, that it starts out as an elegy to Sam Loyd, the sloppy man who was not one bit sloppy in what he portrayed out to be. -a comedic genius.
It did slightly gut to hear the news that he passed away due to an inoperable tumour early April. Even so gut-wrenching to hear him say the “… this is Sam signing-off” in his final take before his supposed surgery. Makes him even so accessible as a person and can’t help but remember his rendition of the over-the-rainbow with his awful band who also apparently performed regularly outside the show(translate: lovely). I cherish all the elements that made him an artist in the setting they are.
And here I contemplate if this is what it means to have lived a good one. That what one was all about are in some ways validated by the things that trail when jumps to the other side of the fence. Here was a good artist, who did play his part and continues to live through these pieces, will continue to do so in the hearts of twenty-somethings even twenty years or two down the line, ensuring that one gets a laugh or more and go onto taking on the world, with all the sloppiness that has nothing to hold back one in the grand scheme of things, just like Ted did.
Thank(s) you for everything Ted, sincerely.
