‘There was one night,” says Sarah Silverman, describing a recent standup gig, “when I hid notes for myself all over the stage. I’m a stoner: I don’t want to have to remember what happens next. And I was in a pretty heavy part of the show, looking down at my notes. It was taking a few seconds, so I said sorry to the audience – and they all started applauding! Because they thought I was overcome with emotion and apologising for it.”
She might well have been. The special in question, Postmortem, is about the death of her father and stepmother. But it’s not that kind of show. “Probably I should’ve just gone with it,” says Silverman, recalling the moment with a shudder. “But I was like, ‘Oh no, no! I’m not crying!”
