This coming Saturday is the annual White House Correspondents Dinner…and of course, it's Barack Obama's first. The entertainer this year will be Wanda Sykes. Find out what time it starts on C-SPAN, set your TiVo and post the information here for everyone.

Quick! Take a look at the time. It may be down there in the taskbar of your computer or maybe you have a watch. Wherever you find it, find it…and if it's between 4 PM and 6 PM Pacific (7 PM and 9 PM Eastern) then I'm currently guesting on Stu's Show over on Shokus Internet Radio. You can listen live to a discussion of the comic book field with my friend Marv Wolfman and me if you click on that link right now. It's not like you could possibly have anything better to do at the moment.

Well, actually, this isn't so much about Dom DeLuise as it is about me. A friend e-mailed last night to ask why I hadn't put up the photo I have of myself with Dom DeLuise and his grand wife Carol. Excellent reason: I forgot I had it. It's from my pre-Gastric Bypass days and it kinda shows you why I had me reduced. It was taken at a party where, as I usually did in any room, I made a point of staking out the sturdiest chair. A bit later, when Dom arrived, I gave it up for him…and took pity on how much trouble he had walking or standing or even getting up from the seat when it was time to go.

I felt skinny around the guy that night because I didn't have trouble walking or standing or anything, and of course I wasn't as wide as he was. But later when I looked at this photo, I thought, "Hmm…I'm not that much smaller than Dom." Factor in that he was nineteen years older than me and it was hard not to think, "Hey, that's me in two decades if I don't do something." Also, Buddy Hackett was just off-camera when this shot was taken…and he passed away six months after that party. There were other people and incidents that convinced me I had to get serious about the problem but Dom and Buddy were two biggies…and I do mean "big."

And I have to stick in one more namedrop about a recently-deceased show biz friend. The late Howie Morris was like a crazy uncle to me. Once, we were in a lunch group when someone asked him to name the scariest thing he'd ever seen and he said, without hesitation, "Dom DeLuise naked. We shared a dressing room for that Mel Brooks film, History of the World, Part One." Howie was always nagging me, long past the constructive stage, about my weight and I think he gave that response for my benefit. It worked, at least to kill my appetite for that meal…as the mental picture may have killed yours for the rest of the day.

Dom DeLuise had a long list of accomplishments of far greater importance than serving as a reverse role model for me. He was in a lot of great movies and TV shows and everyone else is itemizing those. I just thought I'd mention this one other thing about him that mattered in my life. It's great when you can learn from your mistakes but it's even better when you can learn from other folks' mistakes.

This is the spot where I usually plug the fabulous guest that Stu Shostak has lined up for his Internet Radio program, Stu's Show tomorrow. Stu always seems to snag someone important in the world of entertainment and I'm going to go take a look and see who his guest is for this Wednesday. Bet it'll be a great one!

Well, if that don't beat all! It's me! Wow, I haven't been on Stu's Show for…must be hours. But this time is different from my last 3,502 appearances. This time, we're talking about comic books — my career, such as it is, and things like the upcoming Comic-Con International. Stu asked me to bring along someone prominent in the field of comics to serve as co-guest but since I couldn't find anyone like that, I'm bringing Marv Wolfman. Marv claims to have written dozens of important comics, including long runs on Superman and Tomb of Dracula and books he co-created like Teen Titans. We'll be answering Stu's questions and if you deign to phone in during the show, yours as well.

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Stu has a lot of great shows on his schedule. This week in the morning hours, he's rerunning his very first Stu's Show from a couple years ago. I forget who his guest was….oh, right! It was me! I'm not on every week. It just seems that way.

A superb comic actor has left us. Dominick "Dom" DeLuise died last night for reasons that have not been announced but which presumably have something to do with his weight. The last few times I saw him, it was always a bittersweet experience. You loved Dom, because he was so funny and so friendly and in that sense, there was just a joy to be in his presence. But because you loved him, it was so sad to see him struggling to walk, straining to get up, sweating at the slightest effort. One of the reasons I lost all that weight was because of the chilling example he set.

The obits are just starting to hit the wire services and I'll let them tell his story and list all the funny movies and TV shows he was in. I'm just going to use this occasion to tell an anecdote about Dom…

Around 15 years ago, maybe a bit longer, I was asked to write an animated feature based on an idea Dom had…a pretty good idea, too. The company that was going to make it got into trouble when another film of theirs bombed so Dom's project never got made or even written…but at the time of this story, it was darn near a "go" project. Also at the time of this story, Dom was (a) recovering from hip replacement surgery and (b) rehearsing for a production of the musical of Little Shop of Horrors, which he was to do at the Long Beach Civic Auditorium for a couple of weeks.

Also involved in the movie project was a brilliant, Oscar-winning composer named Al Kasha. Dom invited us to see him in the show so I drove down to Long Beach one evening with Al and his wife. We'd planned to dine first at a world-class restaurant not far from the auditorium but traffic on the 405 was fender-to-bumper-to-fender and by the time we hit Long Beach, there wasn't time enough to do that. Instead, we ducked into a little coffee shop for a fast bite. The food was awful and I recall my spider-sense telling me that if I was smart, I wouldn't finish the entree before me. I also recall thinking, "Hey, I gotta eat," and that overruling my spider-sense. I would regret that overruling.

Dom had arranged great seats for us — second row center, I think. He was playing Mushnick in the show…not a huge role but if you came to see Dom DeLuise, you would not be disappointed. What might mitigate the thrill was that because of his hip surgery, he was doing the show on crutches. It didn't seem to bother him but it seemed to bother, or at least unnerve the audience.

The show started…a very fine production, I must say. The lady playing Audrey was especially good. Her name was Eydie Alison and as these things go in my life, we later became good friends. Soon after, I began writing songs with a gifted musician named Brad Ellis and when he introduced me to the lady in his life, she turned out to be Eydie. I forget who else was in the show but they were all terrific. Or at least they were in the portions of the show I saw.

About halfway through the number, "Da-Doo," I realized my stomach was going all Mt. St. Helens on me. I whispered assurances to the Kashas that though my car keys and I might disappear for a while, I was not going to abandon them in Long Beach. Then I bee-lined it to the men's room where I spent, literally, the next hour making roughly the same noises Felix Unger used to open his ears. I returned shakily to my seat just as "Suddenly Seymour" was starting and I enjoyed the rest of what I saw.

After the show, we went backstage to see Dom. We walked into his dressing room and the first thing he said to me was, in an accusatory tone, "Where'd you go?"

I said, "Huh?" Or something equally witty.

He said, "You left during 'Da-Doo' and you came back just before 'Suddenly Seymour.'" What happened?" I explained, and of course he accepted my explanation and felt sorry for me. But I was stunned. With all that man had to do on stage, he was that conscious of his guests in the audience. He wasn't even in either of those scenes. He'd been in the wings or someplace, peeking out to see if we were enjoying the proceedings. He was actually upset at the thought that I'd been so displeased that I walked out on it.

Naturally, we had to give him a detailed critique of everything, including his performance. Without fibbing or exaggerating, we praised everything but I added, "The only negative was those crutches, Dom. The audience loves you so much, they don't want to see you on them. It's a little uncomfortable to see you moving about on the stage that way…especially the scene where you toss them aside and get into the plant. We were all worried you were going to fall or something."

He said, "I know, I know. I don't know what to do about that. I need them for another month or so and then I'm going to have the other hip done so I'll be on crutches again for a while. But I want to work. In fact, I just got a great offer from a theater…any play I choose, the director of my choice…"

I had a quick thought. "Why don't you do The Man Who Came to Dinner? The Kaufman and Hart play?" Dom said he'd never read it so I explained to him that for 98% of the play, the role he'd play, Sheridan Whiteside, is in a wheelchair. The Kashas agreed that was a great idea and Dom said, "I'll get a copy of it tomorrow."

The next time we had a meeting, I asked him about it. He said, "I read it and I don't think I want to do it. The guy's a son-of-a-bitch." We debated that a bit and I pointed out that the character he was playing in Little Shop of Horrors was pretty mean, more so than Whiteside. But Dom had made up his mind.

At the time, I thought he was just intimidated by how much dialogue the character has. More likely though, he was just following his comic instincts — the instincts on which his long, successful career was based. Dom usually knew what he was doing and did it very, very well. It wasn't just the public that loved him. Directors and other performers did, too. Mel Brooks was always trying to get Dom into his movies. Burt Reynolds, too. There was a reason.

The guy was just funny. It was hard to be the funniest thing in Blazing Saddles but he was. I used to go over and watch him rehearse for The Dean Martin Show. Dean wasn't at these rehearsals so it was hard to say if a sketch was any good…but no one worried if Dom was in it. How could something not be amusing with Dom DeLuise in it? He was also a great chef and a large-hearted man who loved to feed those around him. He served me his lasagna once. It was superb and it explained a lot about why he got as large as he did. If you could cook like that, you'd have trouble not eating that food every day.

I suspect his skills in comedy and food preparation came from much the same place — that relentless, fastidious desire to please those around him, to make people happy. He sure did. My pal Ken Plume did a great, long interview with him in 2004 and there's some of that in there.

I should close this with Dom in action. Here he is in his svelter days, showing Johnny Carson a trick. They'd obviously planned to turn the whole thing into an egg fight but I don't think they planned a lot of what happened. It's Johnny and Dom winging it, and it shows how naturally hilarious they both could be…

I don't think there's anything wrong with a cartoonist merchandising his work in any legal way. I never thought less of Peanuts because Snoopy appeared on every single commercial product ever invented except for condoms, diarrhea medicine and lima beans. I therefore have no snide remarks about the fact that it will soon be possible to purchase Hi-Top sneakers decorated with images on Robert Crumb's Mr. Natural. But some who remember the underground comics movement of the sixties will take it as a reminder that things have changed since then.