From “resurrecting” Robin Williams and George Carlin to giving the monster an Abby Normal brain, AI hype is starting to look less like the future and more like a Mel Brooks blooper reel.
The Wrong Dimension
Imagine if these so-called “AI resurrections” actually worked—but glitched. Instead of bringing our comics back to the stage, they dump them into the Walking Dead dimension.
The zombies don’t bother them—because the comics are dead too. So Williams, Carlin, Candy, Pryor, and the rest just wander through the herd, firing off one-liners:
- Rodney Dangerfield: “You call that steak? I can still see the whip marks where the jockey was hitting it.”
- John Candy: “Here’s a quarter—go downtown and pay some rat to gnaw that thing off your face!”
- Robin Williams: “Donner, party of forty—your table is ready.”
- Carlin: (to a particularly ragged zombie) “Religion told me there was a big man in the sky watching everything… and he needs money!.”
The undead shuffle on, oblivious, while the comics kill—not with crossbows, but with punchlines. That’s the only kind of resurrection worth paying to see.
Comedy Zombies vs. Comedy Legends
That’s the difference AI will never bridge. A “resurrected” comic is a zombie—shuffling, hollow, missing the soul. But the real legends? They brought life to the room, even when joking with a moose head, or skewering God for needing money.
AI can give us corpses that talk. It can’t give us life that laughs.
Chatrodamus Predicts:
Within a year, some startup will push an “AI reincarnation app,” go viral, then get lawyered into oblivion by a celebrity estate.