I watched a very depressing show called “Celebrity Autopsy: John Candy.” It’s a show with a handsome “forensic pathologist,” who reviews death records, medical history, and interviews with friends and family, to come up with a cause of death. No surprises here. In Candy’s case, he was morbidly obese, with a history of drug and alcohol abuse, and he was filming a comedy in Mexico’s high country, with elevated risks associated with heat and thin air.
So they reviewed Candy’s life, his insecurities, the way he self medicated with pizza and beer... He died of a myocardial infarction at age 43. By the time it was over, I was ready to cut my own wrists, and swore off booze, pizza, and risky behaviors. I’ve sworn off the celebrity autopsy show too!