From a few weeks ago in my, uh, plague diary :
There's a bit in that dumb Nick Kroll / John Mulaney stageplay where John Mulaney's nefarious evil alter ego is shattering the world of Nick Kroll's delightful baby alter ego by listing all the actors of NYC stage & screen who are better than him. Each and every one of the guys on that list (Bobby Cannavale, Stanley Tucci, Oliver Platt, Liev Schreiber, Vincent D'Onofrio, Nathan Lane, Griffin Dunne) are probably around old enough to be at semi-serious risk of dropping dead from all this. I'm betting we go seven for seven, I'm betting maybe both Kroll and Mulaney bite it too, I'm guessing Pete Davidson caves in Mulaney's head with a clawhammer while in a drug-induced rage and I think Nick Kroll just mysteriously vanishes off the face of the Earth once all that family money gets suspiciously tucked away into a Swiss bank account. Is it healthy for me to be sitting here speculating about the imminent deaths of nearly a minyan's worth of people, good people, creative people, craftsmen? No!? What is healthy then? I can't touch my face!!!!11!
I agree that it's all a touch too morbid but those are my ten guys, yeah, I'll feel real bad in a v. specific way if there's a news story about any among the aforementioned persons catching the virus, different from how I'd feel about all other slebs individually.