In my first foray into improv, our director noted that I was channeling Korman by struggling with whether to laugh at critical moments. She didn't discourage it, but warned me not to overdo the shtick.

Thing was, I didn't even realize that's what I was doing. Korman had imprinted his style on me as a kid, and it unwound from me onstage with no conscious effort.

In so many ways, we are who we see.

RIP, Harvey Korman. There will always be a little bit of you in those you entertained.

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