Like lightning and with empty hands, he delivered.
To say he was "like" is too mealy-mouthed by half.
I once saw him in tandem with Robin Williams, another comedian who could leave ordinary comedians in the dust and whose demons likewise lurked. To hear the two of them go at it was like being privy to the best of the best and yet beyond the best ... nanosecond-fast, bright as a supernova, and the likes of which were impossible to find elsewhere ... ever.
"Genius" is such a limp-wristed and inadequate word.
If I had to guess why he died, I think I'd imagine that Winters could not abide the notion that Margaret Thatcher (the former British PM who died Monday at 87) might hog the limelight in the afterlife. What a trove of material she might represent to him.