I’m going to miss Deon Cole because he’s totally dead now. Sometimes when you put yourself in risky situations, like a trampoline or a bit where you fall onto mat, the risk comes to a head and you die on national television. And who are we to watch this? Are we in ancient Rome, where we watch slaves get bludgeoned by dragons and three-headed lions? (Oh, those animals never existed? Oh, oh, and Deon didn’t die because that was obviously a joke? You’re obviously a joke, smart-guy.)