Kevin Smith Just Survived A Massive “Widow-Maker” Heart Attack

Kevin Smith almost died! He tweeted a shot of himself from the hospital bed saying he narrowly avoided death after having a massive “Widow-Maker” heart attack.

Kevin tweeted that after doing a show in Glendale, CA last night, he almost learned the answer to the question, “Does God really look like Alanis Morissette?”

After the first show this evening, I had a massive heart attack. The Doctor who saved my life told me I had 100% blockage of my LAD artery (aka “the Widow-Maker”). If I hadn’t canceled show 2 to go to the hospital, I would’ve died tonight. But for now, I’m still above ground!

Kevin was filming a new standup special called Kevin Smith Live!. There were two shows; one at 6PM and one scheduled for 9PM. Kevin wasn’t feeling so hot after the first show so he canceled the 9:00 and thankfully went to the hospital. This is where I should be making a joke about comedians dying on stage but I’m not a comedian and neither is Kevin, right? Wrong!

According to ABC News:

The 47-year-old half of the comic movie duo “Jay and Silent Bob” appears to have kept his sense of humor, writing on Instagram, “I was trying to do a killer stand-up special this evening but I might’ve gone to far.”

Here’s Kevin describing the ordeal on Instagram.

I was trying to do a killer standup special this evening but I might’ve gone too far. After the first show, I felt kinda nauseous. I threw up a little but it didn’t seem to help. Then I started sweating buckets and my chest felt heavy. Turns out I had a massive heart attack. The Doctor who saved my life at the #glendale hospital told me I had 100% blockage of my LAD artery (also known as “the Widow-Maker” because when it goes, you’re a goner). If I hadn’t canceled the second show to go to the hospital, the Doc said I would’ve died tonight. For now, I’m still above ground! But this is what I learned about myself during this crisis: death was always the thing I was most terrified of in life. When the time came, I never imagined I’d ever be able to die with dignity – I assumed I’d die screaming, like my Dad (who lost his life to a massive heart attack). But even as they cut into my groin to slip a stent into the lethal Widow-Maker, I was filled with a sense of calm. I’ve had a great life: loved by parents who raised me to become the individual I am. I’ve had a weird, wonderful career in all sorts of media, amazing friends, the best wife in the world and an incredible daughter who made me a Dad. But as I stared into the infinite, I realized I was relatively content. Yes, I’d miss life as it moved on without me – and I was bummed we weren’t gonna get to make #jayandsilentbobreboot before I shuffled loose the mortal coil. But generally speaking, I was okay with the end, if this was gonna be it. I’ve gotten to do so many cool things and I’ve had so many adventures – how could I be shitty about finally paying the tab. But the good folks at the Glendale hospital had other plans and the expertise to mend me. Total strangers saved my life tonight (as well as my friends @jordanmonsanto & @iamemilydawn, who called the ambulance). This is all a part of my mythology now and I’m sure I’ll be facing some lifestyle changes (maybe it’s time to go Vegan). But the point of this post is to tell you that I faced my greatest fear tonight… and it wasn’t as bad as I’ve always imagined it’d be. I don’t want my life to end but if it ends, I can’t complain. It was such a gift. #KevinSmith

A post shared by Kevin Smith (@thatkevinsmith) on Feb 26, 2018 at 1:41am PST

And here’s the TL;DR version: Death was Kevin’s biggest fear but when he stared it in the face he was “filled with a sense of calm” and was grateful for the amazing life he’s had and was thankful for the opportunity to “die with dignity” because he’d “assumed I’d die screaming, like my Dad (who lost his life to a massive heart attack)” and now that he’s been snatched from death’s grip he’ll be making some lifestyle changes (“maybe it’s time to go Vegan”) and is basically just happy to have survived the ordeal.

Jesus, I doubt I’ll be able to be as Zen as Kevin when the Grim Reaper comes for my ass. I’ve been practicing the stream of profanity I plan to unleash on that mother fucker for decades now. It would be a shame it I never get to utter the phrase “get your bony little pecker fingers off me you emo, anorexic looking, moldy bat-breath having ghoul“!

Pic: Instagram

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