The fact that the legendary Robin Williams died ten years ago is astounding. The late actor was a titan of the film business, a hilarious actor with almost no competition, whose death left a lasting impact on society. His death was undoubtedly the result of unfortunate circumstances, and his legacy continues to be profound.
That people are still talking about his life and legacy and that many of them conjecture about what may have occurred if his fortune and destiny had turned out differently should not come as a surprise.
The last words William ever said to him were relayed by Billy Connolly, a comedian and close friend of the actor, over ten years after the untimely death of the Good Will Hunting star. and they’re exactly as heartwarming as you might anticipate… It’s true that humor and Robin Williams go hand in hand.
Throughout his colorful career, Williams became one of the funniest men to have ever graced our screens. Ten years after his death, people are still laughing at the comedy he created, which combines gut-busting hilarity with strange, wonderful, flawed, and fabulous characters.
However, tragedy also plagued Williams’ life in this instance, to the extent that the actor believed life was not worth living at all. On August 11, 2014, Williams, 63, was found dead at home; it appeared that he had committed suicide.
Williams had issues like alcoholism despite enjoying great success in his acting career. In 2014, Williams spent three weeks at the Hazelden facility in Minnesota in an effort to deepen his commitment to recovery.
According to reports, the Jumanji actor battled alcoholism and cocaine abuse in the early 1980s until giving up when his pal John Belushi passed away from an overdose in 1982. Following his passing in 2014, the late Hollywood icon’s representative stated that he had been “battling severe depression.” His wife Susan Schneider subsequently revealed further information on his demise, including the fact that he had only been diagnosed with Parkinson’s disease a few months before he passed away.
Williams had Lewy body dementia (LBD), which resulted in significant alterations to his personality, mobility, temperament, memory, reasoning, sleep patterns, and mood, according to the results of an autopsy.
Needless to say, Williams’ passing had a terrible effect on a lot of people, including his closest friends and family.
One figure who definitely belonged in the first category was Sir Billy Connolly, who has been diagnosed with Parkinson’s disease. When asked what he would have done differently if he had known Williams intended to commit suicide, the comedian and actor said, “You have to give a guy the position that he’s wise enough to make up his own mind.” Connolly stated, “I don’t think so,” in response to the topic of whether or not he would have tried to save his own life.
The 81-year-old Connolly also revealed that he and Williams had talked on the phone a lot about their experiences with Parkinson’s disease and would often express how much they loved and cared for each other. When Connolly appeared on the BBC program In My Own Words, he discussed his relationship with Williams.
The week before Williams passed suddenly, he said, the actor had called to ask him to dinner. “I love you,” he remarked to me over dinner when he called and said, “Let’s have dinner.” Connolly thought back to their last dinner together. I conveyed my appreciation. He said, “Do you believe me?” “Obviously, I do,” I remarked. “You have my undying love,” he declared. That was great, in my opinion.
My initial thought was, “How strange, how strange for him to say that, it’s not like him normally.” Connolly said, “He died during the weekend. I hope you find peace, Robin Williams.
I Kicked My In-Laws Out of My Daughter’s First Birthday Party After They Crossed the Line
I thought my daughter’s first birthday party would be filled with love, laughter, and cherished memories. Instead, I ended up kicking my in-laws out after they did something unexpected.
You’d think a child’s birthday would bring out the best in everyone, right? Nope. That wasn’t true for my in-laws, James and Diane.
It’s been a year since I became a mom, and while parenting has its challenges, dealing with my husband’s family sometimes feels like the hardest part.
Let me explain everything from the beginning.
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Becoming a mother was the most transformative experience of my life.
A year ago, I welcomed my daughter, Lily, into the world, and she instantly became my whole universe. I still couldn’t believe how quickly time had flown. One moment, I was cradling a newborn, and now here I was, planning her first birthday party.
Honestly, it wasn’t as easy as it sounds. I’d like to thank Mark, my husband, for being there for me through it all.
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Whether it was midnight feedings or soothing Lily when she was teething, he was always by my side.
“Can you believe she’s already a year old?” I said one evening while we sat on the couch, going through old photos.
“Time flies, doesn’t it?” Mark replied, smiling as he looked at a picture of Lily in her hospital blanket. “So, what’s the plan for the big day?”
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“I was thinking of hosting it at home,” I said. “I want it to be intimate. Umm, just close friends and family. It feels more special that way, don’t you think?”
“I love that idea,” he smiled. “Our house, our rules. Let’s make it memorable for Lily.”
With his support, I got to work.
For weeks, I planned every detail. I wanted it to be a day where everyone felt at home, which was why I also included a note on the invites asking guests to leave their shoes outside.
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To make things easier, I even bought brand-new spa slippers in various sizes for anyone who didn’t want to walk around barefoot.
Most of our friends and family were excited about the party. Everyone, that is, except James and Diane, my in-laws.
The conversation I had with them when I called to invite them still played in my mind.
“A party at home?” James said, his tone dripping with disapproval. “For Lily’s first birthday? Don’t you think something bigger would’ve been more appropriate? Like a restaurant or a park? It’s a milestone, after all.”
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“I get that, James,” I replied. “But we wanted to keep it small, with just close family and friends. It feels more personal this way.”
“It just seems… underwhelming,” Diane added, clearly unimpressed.
“Well, we’re excited about it,” I said. “And I hope you can make it.”
“We’ll see,” James replied before abruptly ending the call.
It wasn’t the first time they’d been critical. Over the years, I’d come to expect it.
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They were the kind of people who found flaws in everything, and hosting a party at home was apparently no exception.
Still, I tried to stay optimistic. I hoped they’d set their opinions aside and just enjoy the day with us.
Little did I know their visit would leave me with no choice but to take a stand.
I woke up at dawn on the morning of Lily’s birthday and started preparing everything. Mark and I were all set to put up pink and gold balloons and a “Happy Birthday” banner that we’d picked up from the store.
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I’d also ordered a custom-made three-tiered cake with sugar flowers and a little crown on top. Everything was perfect.
Mark and I had just finished setting up when the doorbell rang. The first guests had arrived, and soon, the house was filled with chatter, laughter, and the happy squeals of toddlers running around.
Lily, dressed in her tiny pink party dress, was beaming as she crawled from one guest to another, soaking up the attention.
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Then, just as I was starting my toast to Lily, the front door opened with a bang. It was James and Diane.
And they were an hour late.
“Oh, don’t mind us,” Diane announced loudly, waving as all eyes turned to them. “We’re late because I had to get my hair done. I thought at least one woman should look decent at this party.”
Mark and I exchanged a look, but I plastered on a smile and continued my toast, trying to ignore the interruption.
As soon as I finished, Diane called out, “Well, I hope the cake tastes better than it looks.”
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What the heck? I thought. How dare she?
Then I told myself it wasn’t worth ruining the day over a comment. I just ignored her comment, unaware that this was the point where things would start to go downhill.
First, Diane handed me a gift bag. Inside were secondhand baby clothes that looked like they’d been picked up at a yard sale. They were visibly dirty, the tags were gone, and they had a faint mildew smell.
“Babies don’t care what they wear,” Diane said with a smile. “No need to waste money on fancy stuff.”
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Unbelievable, I thought. But I managed to stammer out a “Thank you.”
I told myself maybe they were struggling financially. Maybe they didn’t have enough money to buy new clothes.
But then came the moment that pushed me over the edge.
As I mingled with the guests, I noticed muddy footprints trailing across my tile floor. I turned to see James and Diane, still wearing dirty shoes, stomping through the living room.
My heart sank as I saw the mess they’d made on the rugs where Lily had been crawling just minutes earlier.
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Taking a deep breath, I approached Diane.
“Hi, Diane. Could I ask you to take off your shoes or put on the slippers? We’ve been asking everyone to do it to keep the floors clean for the kids.”
Diane barely glanced at me. “Oh, please. Our shoes are clean. And anyway, that’s an Asian thing, isn’t it? White people don’t do that.”
“Actually, it’s just a house rule for us,” I said, trying to stay calm. “My daughter crawls on these floors, and I’d like to keep them clean.”
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James, who’d been eavesdropping, chuckled. “That dirt is from your own front yard! Maybe you should clean the porch better if you don’t want dirt inside.”
My patience was wearing thin, but I took another deep breath and tried again, this time addressing them both.
“Look, I’m not asking for much. It’s a simple request to take off your shoes or wear the slippers I’ve provided. Everyone else has done it without issue. Why can’t you?”
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Diane rolled her eyes, crossing her arms. “Because it’s ridiculous, that’s why. It’s just dirt! You’re acting like it’s the end of the world. Honestly, Anna, you’re ruining the party with all your nitpicking.”
That’s when Mark stepped in. He knew his parents were being unreasonable again.
“Dad, Diane, we’re asking this out of respect for our home,” he explained. “It’s not just about dirt. It’s about setting an example for Lily. If everyone else can follow the rules, so can you.”
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James smirked, leaning back as if he owned the place. “This is why people say you two are impossible. Especially your wife, Mark. Always making a fuss over nothing.”
That was the breaking point. The hurt and anger I’d been holding back finally spilled over.
“If respecting our home and my daughter’s birthday makes me impossible, so be it!” I yelled. “But I won’t stand here and let you ruin this day for her or for us. If you can’t follow a simple rule, you’re not welcome here.”
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Diane looked at me with wide eyes. “So, you’re kicking us out? Over shoes?”
“Yes,” I said firmly. “This is our home, and these are our rules. If you can’t respect them, you need to leave.”
They sputtered protests, but I wasn’t backing down. I walked to the front door, opened it, and gestured for them to leave. “Out. Now.”
For a moment, they stood frozen, shocked that I’d actually stood my ground. Then Diane grabbed her purse with an indignant huff.
“This is ridiculous. Mark,” she said. “I hope you realize what kind of wife you’ve married.”
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Mark, to his credit, didn’t flinch. “I do, and I couldn’t be prouder of her. Please go.”
With one last glare, they stormed out, slamming the door behind them. Everyone was quiet for a moment as they thought of what to say. Then, Mark stepped forward and wrapped his arms around me.
“You did the right thing,” he whispered.
The party continued, and without James and Diane’s toxic presence, the atmosphere became lighter and more joyful.
But wait… This isn’t where the story ends.
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The next day, James called Mark, furious about being “humiliated” in front of everyone. But Mark stood his ground and calmly explained why we’d asked them to leave.
When James realized he wouldn’t get an apology, he hung up in anger.
A week later, karma came knocking.
A mutual friend informed me that Diane had posted on social media about her salon trip and the party, only to have people drag her for wearing muddy shoes into a house with kids. She’d even earned the nickname “Dirty Diane.”
I couldn’t stop laughing after learning that. Dirty Diane? Haha! That’s something Diane will never forget!
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