Right before he died he was clearly suffering, but went on Imus (Sally was helping him constantly by his side at this point and literally sat next to him at Imus) and said his mother had gone to the abbatoir to abort him. She was sitting in the waiting room and became focused on a large painting, typical dr room painting.
He said she suddenly got up and left.
Man, you could have heard a pin drop. Imus had to catch his breath.
Carlin (lapsed Catholic, not Jewish as everyone thinks) wanted so badly to name God on the spot but of course he would have had to reject his 50 years of lame agnostic schtick (again, not atheist as everyone thinks but had a weak notion of deism).
In his early days Carlin would fun of Catholicism but in a much more benign way.
The diocese, in this rare display of tokenism in the early Fifties sent one Spanish priest...Father Rivera...to hear Spanish confessions. And all the Irish guys that were heavily into puberty... would go to confession to Father Rivera. ‘Cause he didn’t seem to understand the sins, y’know...or at least he didn’t take them personally, you know. It wasn’t an affront to him. There was no big theological harangue; he didn’t chew you out. He was known as a “light penance”. In and out, three “Hail, Mary’s”, you’re back on the street with Father Rivera, man. You could see the line move; that’s how fast he was working.
“In every cynical person is a disappointed idealist.”
George Carlin