“He didn’t even have to speak — all he had to do was look or gesture at us, and we’d come apart. And every time he’d apologize for it. As if he had done something wrong. As if he had somehow interfered with our work. Which only made us love him more.” Jason Alexander, in the NYT, with one of the many very nice remembrances of Jerry Stiller. Jerry Stiller Was Wonderful, Always. (Could there be a better obit headline?)