Thank you, Joan, for the memories. I grew up watching you run that red carpet like it was nobody’s business (and hearing jokes that were probably wildly inappropriate for my adolescent age). And I loved you as the eternal Dot Matrix from Spaceballs, a favorite comedy of mine. Of course, you too seemed eternal, and I don’t mean that as a slight to your age but of your longevity and persistence at staying relevant. And relevant you were, as the documentary Joan Rivers: A Piece of Work showed us, as well as the outpouring of adoration in the wake of your passing. Thank you, Joan, for making us laugh about things we’re told we shouldn’t laugh at, never taking life too seriously, and for always throwing shade.