Remembering Richard Lewis

Fans are reeling as the final days of a legendary comic come into sharper focus, not through headlines, but through the quiet recollections of those who sat beside his bed, scrolled through half-finished texts, and listened to the jokes he never got to polish. Friends hint at a side of him few ever saw, a mix of regret, relief, and something unsaid that lingers in the roo… Continues…

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