Robin Williams hanged himself. The very idea seems nonsensical. Why would a man so dazzlingly talented and universally beloved do such a thing?
There are countless testimonies from those who knew Williams regarding his decency and kind heart. No one needs to testify about his abilities as an actor, clown and wit. To listen to him for thirty seconds in "Good Morning Vietnam" or "Aladdin," or see his modern-dance spoof in "The Birdcage," or watch his earnest talk to Matt Damon on a Boston Commons bench in "Good Will Hunting" is to realize that Williams' talents were unique, astonishing and virtually limitless. Even knowing that he suffered most of his adult life from severe depression, murderous chemical dependencies and (according to some sources) bipolar disorder, it is scarcely credible that a man who had been given so much in life would want to end it. But the revelation from Williams' widow that her husband had been diagnosed with Parkinson's disease makes it more believable. It was one affliction too far.
Williams had any number of people around him--and who knows how many millions of fans--who would, to borrow a phrase from "Good Will Hunting," have laid down in traffic for him. Now, we can only be haunted by another image from "Good Will Hunting"--if we could have stood in front of him, looked him in the eyes, and repeated, "It's not your fault. It's not your fault. It's not your fault." .