“I walk on to the stage…through a forest of ghosts”. Something about that line is just so perfect, so self-pitying, just enough to keep it going. Beautiful.
The ambition of writing this, knowing that has ten straight minutes of rambling about suicide, and he has to work the audience up to being in on the joke, and keeping them there. For ten goddamn minutes with gutpunches instead of punchlines.
I love that stewart can craft a joke so precisely that he can actually manipulate the number of people in the audience who will laugh at it in order to set up an entire routine.
He comes up with a half-decent joke but deliberately tells it in a way that won't get laughs, then makes you laugh at something totally inappropriate and blames you for the routine failing to go well.
Just after halfway through this when he's talking about ghosts and you see him crack a slight smile but keep it together, I love seeing people enjoying their own work.