I was just talking about Jonathan Miller yesterday with Mr. pig. He was a cousin of one of my college roommates. I saw many of his productions in London and he was a brilliant conversationalist on Cavett back in the day.
I'll always remember him discussing his severe stutter and having to instantly search for a workaround when he realized that on that day his challenging consonant was, for example, "M".
How horrible that such a brilliant, funny and articulate (despite or maybe because of the stutter) died of Alzheimers.
RIP, sir. You were witty, generous, and one of a kind.