Gene Wilder has not died, but simply moved on to a world of pure imagination.
Wilder possessed a rare ability to project a wealth of silent and subtle emotion with his eyes and to speak to audiences through the screen without saying a single word.
Most famous for playing Willy Wonka and working wth Mel Brooks, Wilder brought to comedy a range from slapstick to mania to the most poignant of sadness, sometimes in the same scene.
It is undeniable that through underplaying he brought substantially more otherworldly strangeness to the role of Wonka than any later, arguably more famous actors, managed.
Later in his career, he formed a film partnership with Richard Pryor whose highlight was Silver Streak.
Fans of Wilder feel like the little bastard death has shot them in the ass, and are advised to limp to the nearest saloon and crawl inside a whisky bottle – if only for tonight, in his memory.
When someone asks if it isn’t a fine and lovely day, the only possible answer is “Up yours, death.”
“If you want to view paradise, simply look around and view it.”
And as for an obituary appearing on a satirical website, who better? As he said himself: A little nonsense, now and then, is relished by the wisest men.