Fitting words provided by Reddit user BeautifulBeard. This comic pays due respect to fallen soldier Cpl. Nathan Cirillo who was shot while on a patrol of the memorial.
UPDATE: While people are trying to still make sense of Williams' suicide, his wife revealed that the beloved entertainer suffered from Parkinson's disease in the following statement:
Robin spent so much of his life helping others. Whether he was entertaining millions on stage, film or television, our troops on the frontlines, or comforting a sick child — Robin wanted us to laugh and to feel less afraid.
Since his passing, all of us who loved Robin have found some solace in the tremendous outpouring of affection and admiration for him from the millions of people whose lives he touched. His greatest legacy, besides his three children, is the joy and happiness he offered to others, particularly to those fighting personal battles.
Robin's sobriety was intact and he was brave as he struggled with his own battles of depression, anxiety as well as early stages of Parkinson's Disease, which he was not yet ready to share publicly.
It is our hope in the wake of Robin's tragic passing, that others will find the strength to seek the care and support they need to treat whatever battles they are facing so they may feel less afraid.
The Oscar winning actor and comedian unexpectedly passed away Monday morning at the age of 63. According to a press release issued by the Marin County Coroner's office, the Sheriff's office suspects the death to be "suicide due to asphyxia." Williams' publicist has released the following statement:
Robin Williams passed away this morning. He has been battling severe depression of late. This is a tragic and sudden loss. The family respectfully asks for their privacy as they grieve during this very difficult time.
Robin Williams won an Oscar for his supporting role in Good Will Hunting and is also well known for his other roles in films such as Mrs. Doubtfire, Hook, and Jumanji.
About a month ago we featured Frostie the Goat here on Cheezburger. Sadly, late Monday night Frostie became ill and passed not long after.
A blog post on Edgar's Mission reads:
Over the past 24 hours I have been consumed by a numbness, a numbness that has both protected and prevented me. Whilst is has protected me from a tsunami of pain, it has prevented me from writing this piece and only now in its subsiding can I type the words Frostie the Snowgoat has passed.
In the early hours of Monday morning the little champ told me he was not well as a rapidly expanding stomach screamed bloat. With Frostie's attending vet alerted and the administering of medications and massage commenced, the race was on to get my little buddy to her care and expertise in time. But alas this was not to be. As the little guy made his last gasps of breath he looked into my tear filled eyes as I begged him to stay, I told him I loved him and would do so forever more. It was not until I knew his spirit had passed that I would scream 'why' at the top of my lungs and sob inconsolably into his warm, sweet smelling white fur.