I just learned that Harold Ramis died, and now I have a heart burdened with so much ectoplasm that it weighs approximately 600 pounds. Besides being responsible for writing and directing some of my top movies, he turned Dan Aykroyd’s weird time-traveling ghost smashers story into a brilliant horror comedy of four down-to-earth guys with glorified exterminator jobs.
The world is a little less funny today. But sing out with me in remembrance. Do… Ray… EGON!