I keep people like him are going to last forever, and then I feel disappointed. But really, selfish thoughts aside, I just feel like one ought to rejoice the thought that he had such a long and rich creative life.
My mother and stepfather went to see The Seventh Seal night before last. You have to understand that my stepfather is as ignorant of popular culture as it is possible to be. He somehow managed to get through the 1960s and 1970s without ever having become more than dimly aware of the Beatles. He likes classical music (has good taste in it too) and old English church music, even though he's a total nonbeliever. He is fanatically devoted to all things British, the one exception being his Jamaican wife and her family.
So they went to see this film, my mother reports, and his verdict was "not a barrel of laughs."