RIP - Harry Anderson

Night Court was the best.



[Harry enters the dark courtroom, looking at the crucifix-shaped basketball hoop that Art nailed over the windows.]


Can we talk? As you probably know... I don't subscribe to any particular organized religion. But then maybe neither do you, huh? All right, I confess. I've had more than my share of spiritual doubt. But then I've see some pretty glaring examples of man's inhumanity to man come stomping through here night after night... after night. You remember that guy...? Yeah. You remember everything, don't you? Well, I'm telling you, that one just about shook - shook my faith down to its foundation. And then... you drop a brand-new life right into my hands. Well, if I could just have the answer to a couple of questions. Like, if you've always been here, then where did you come from? And does man have the capacity to rid himself of his own evil? And why is the sky blue? Well, I can look that one up. But this baby stuff, boy... I'm telling you, that is not a cosmic accident. I mean, you gave us Mozart. Van Gogh. Confucius. Dr. Martin Luther King...

[pulls a basketball out of his robe]

And Larry Bird!


[He tosses the ball - SWISH!]

RIP Mr Anderson.
 
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