Live from New York, it's Saturday NIGHT!!

I've been watching old episodes of SNL from 1975, their first season. It started when I was looking at Chevy Chase's filmography, because I am so repulsed by him in Community. Who knew what it was going to become. The tradition.

And Chevy Chase used to be so handsome.

But as I continued to watch (I've been watching old and new episodes for about...hmmm...four hours) I started to Google each of the old actors, wondering what they were up to these days, and why the propulsion of SNL had not kept them classical. A lot of the actors and singers have died. John Belushi, Gilda Radner, Andy Kaufman, Madeleine Kahn, George Carlin. Just some of them that I Googled out of two episodes.

Watching the old tapes was like...historical. It made my mortality so real to me, all of the sudden. If those guys could die in their thirties and forties and early fifties, then it can happen to me. It could happen to Andy Samberg. It could happen to Will Ferrel, or Bill Hader, or God forbid...Kristen Wiig.

And if I don't die young from ovarian cancer like Radner and Kahn, then I will grow old enough for my looks to fade like Chevy's.

Such is life. So it goes.