Yes, Allan, the dopy Donny thing was good for a few laughs between moments of sharp terror, but he’s now dying of overexposure, an incurable disease with him. They say that his hateful illness is highly contagious, so that he must spend the remainder of his life— beginning in 2020 — in isolated confinement somewhere in an upstate New York cell.

What will seem like cruel and unusual punishment to him (so unfair) is that he will not be allowed to plaster his name in big gold letters over the institution’s entrance.