I'm gonna truly miss you, Bob, not for the obvious Full House contribution to society, but for the more subtle America's Funniest Videos. You made it look easy to stand there week to week and laugh with (notice I didn't say at) Uncle Clem and Aunt Bertha and their video captured shennanigans.
How is it Bob, that it seems like yesterday I was wincing in pain with the rest of the country as a (insert - man - boy - grandpa) got hit in the berries with a (hurled projectile or blunt trauma weapon)? Or the inevitable pile up as desperate bridesmaids piled onto each other to get a bouquet of posies, only to break grandma's hip in the process or at least rip her skirt off, displaying her huge bloomers for the world to see?
Your life, though short, will cast a shadow longer than one can imagine across the landscape of modern television. Who will our nation turn to for their fix of cute, cuddly chihuahuas dressed as Old West Sheriffs? Mario Lopez? I think not.
It's with misty eyes I wish you eternal happiness. If anyone deserves it, it is you, for you've blessed millions with your sly grin and easy demeanor, bringing a light to otherwise darkened souls.
May you never feel the burn and piercing, kidney wrenching phantom pain of another viewed nut shot.
God Speed Bob Saget, God Speed.
(Edited by Peace Frog at 10:07 am on Apr. 14, 2005)