The nose looks familiar.

The great Richard Griffiths passed away yesterday, leaving quite a large void in the world of comedy. He was best known to the world as Harry Potter’s uncle, but to those of us who have spent more time in the arena of the unwell, he will always be Uncle Monty.

I can think of no better tribute, at the moment, than to point you to this previously posted podcast, which leads off with Griffiths’ legendary soliloquy from Withnail and I concerning “breakfasts that set in,” “the last island of beauty in the world,” and of course “some vulgar little tumor.” In fact it was the heart, I think, that got him in the end — now, indeed, he shall never play the Dane. Good night, sweet prince.