Farley once said, "I always play the same characters, I just play them at different volumes." He always gave 100% while on stage and his decibal level and heart rate likely led to his untimely demise in 1997. Oh... and all the cocaine and hookers.
    Chris was the classic archetype of the sad clown character. Smiling on the outside, troubled and insecure on the inside -- Farley barelled through life at breakneck speeds, perhaps afraid that his demons would overtake him if he stopped to smell the roses.
    Regardless of his excesses, Farley was, during his time on Earth, the funniest man on it. I've never been more saddened by a celebrity death. Not even close. I was driving a car from Toronto to Guelph when I heard the news and I nearly slid off the road from shock. And highway 6 is treacherous enough.
    I wonder if he'd feel better about himself if he could see the comedic legacy that he left behind. He is remembered and revered in a way that few dead celebrities have managed. I almost put John Belushi (Farley's hero,) in this section as well, but it seemed a little redundant. They both made the same number of movies, worked at the same Chicago Second City outfit and they both died when they were only 33.

He knew he was pushing his luck, and he knew that luck was bound to run out sooner or later. He was a respected, loved and sought after comedian who blew his brains out daily with booze and drugs.

Farley once told a friend "If I make it past 33, I'll be alright."

Sadly, we'll never know.