I don't tend to cry over the deaths of famous people, but, for some reason, the news that comedian/actor Bernie Mac had passed away on Saturday morning was enough to send me back to bed in tears. (I got no sympathy from my main man or my two cats.) Ten minutes later, I got back up again and starting rifling through my DVDs to find one of my two (!) copies of the 2000 concert film The Original Kings Of Comedy, which first introduced me to Mac's work. Personally, I think his entire set is brilliant, but, in the interest of brevity, I cut a clip of the bit in which he talks about taking care of his drug-addicted sister's daughters and son...the youngest of whom, he explains, is an agent of the devil. Clip (language NSFW) above.