Sure, if you subtract the cravings, the heartbreak, the tells of irreparable cardiovascular and neurological damage, the yearning for the apocalypse, the cosmic horror at the sight of a hole in reality and the unfettered suicidality, when you ignore that one is the hollow shell of a human being that is, through an indescribable act of willpower, still alive at absolute rock bottom and the other is just the awkward facade of a choleric small business tyrant in all of his laughable banality, then it's the same picture.

Cancer could have taken this asshole from us but no it had to set its sights on Graham Chapman