I’ve never seen someone come close to dying in improv before. I’ve fallen off the stage twice, I’ve been in shows where someone had to go to the emergency ward afterwards (Sean after RVC), but tonight was the first time I thought a person’s life hung in the balance.
This was how one of our scenes ended:
BJ: Nod once if you’re dying.
Marc: [nods once]
Turns out there is a limit to how many marshmellows a person can put in one’s mouth without choking or vomitting. But Marc is very competitive.
He made a full recovery. My hair smells like whipped cream. Our April Fools show was out of control, and only partly in a good way.