Woke up to the news that Terry Jones had died. He was Monty Python’s Spam waitress, the mother of a would-be savior, and a naked organist. He played the funniest women (“He’s not the Messiah! He’s a very naughty boy!") – or “screeching harridans,” as the BBC put it – and directed the finest piece of religious satire, “Life of Brian.”
John Cleese had perhaps the finest tribute: “I shall remember him as Mr Creosote. He is so funny in it and it’s one of the funniest things we did. So I shall think of him exploding.”