R.I.P Harris Wittels
He was a rockstar at Emerson and apparently super nice. I was in the audience at the Cabaret when Fancy Pants debuted. I still remember a sketch (from their second show?) about going to work inside a living bear as the funniest fucking thing…
This is 2003 and they are like 19 years old. This is from before almost everything it reminds you of.
They were a million times funnier and more original than the other comedy groups on campus. They seemed cool.
I have no doubt that the three or four times I hung with Harris, mostly around McCadden and UCB in the old days, that he found me lame as hell. (My vibe is rarely chill.) I have countless friends who knew him well and are really hurting today. I’m very sorry for his family. Harris had fans all around the world. He was one of the first greats of Twitter comedy, podcast comedy, he wrote the best sitcom of the last ten years along with a bunch of other amazing shows. How can someone being their regular self be so entertaining?
Here are some accounts from people who knew him:
And then this, which is so difficult to listen to, but comforting:
He loved Phish more than anyone and spoke for all of us who loved them too, despite how hopelessly unhip it makes us.
I could have hung out with him one last time at the Hollywood Bowl show, but I had front row seats. 😦 #humblebrag