Or, Too Much Starch.
I... I don't know what to say. I am too heartbroken for words. RIP David Lander.
But I'm drinking a Schlott's in memory of my favorite harmless creeper from my childhood. Here's to you and your hard bed sheets, even though I didn't know what that meant at the time, and it's a comedic travesty that can't seem to find that clip anywhere now.
Goodnight, greasy prince:*(