I wanted a record of Adam West passing away today, aged 88, three marriages, four kids, some unknown number of grandkids and great-grandkids. It struck me when I heard he had died that, in some sense, I didn't want to live in a world without Adam West. I would like for him to be out there somewhere, still game, unselfconscious, and flexible enough to do whatever silly surprising thing needed doing in front of an audience.
Okay, he amused me, but it's mostly like, the world must be sort of humming along in the right direction if a grown ass man can make a living doing what he did - wearing a spandex suit and cape and voicing a bat-themed vigilante in a sincere deep announcer voice. The reality-challenged Mayor of Quohog in Family Guy. I once even saw him in a soft-core porn - the Happy Hooker Goes to Hollywood. And those Funny or Die short skits
Adam West Hits on you Hard and
Batman Garage Sale. So absurd.
I also sleep in a room with a framed poster he signed. My husband found
the Adam West website, where you could buy memorabilia related to his career, and he would sign it with whatever you liked, so he bought a poster. No more, though, that signing thing, I guess, but you can still buy an absurdly ugly watercolor by the man, on the Batman theme.
Bye, Mr. West.