Not sure if this is the absolute best eulogy, but it does the trick, with videos.
Jonathan Winters is responsible for my very, very early sense of comedy. I watched Mork and Mindy obsessively, still try to dress like Mindy (no joke, seriously, knee-high boots and A-line skirts, for reals—hey people who know how I dress, it’s because I loved that show so much).
When a 6 year old is laughing at Jonathan Winters crying from inside a giant egg, instead of a poop joke, (or you know, laughing at a Jonathan Winters poop joke), the world is doing fine.
Better than fine.