He now occupies a place most avoid imagining: a future where the body falters and nothing guarantees ease. Yet Fox’s refusal to shy away turns his story from tragedy into a hard-won grace. In Still, he presents every tremor, stumble, and slurred word unflinchingly, not for pity, but to show that even a failing body holds a full, complex life. Remarkably, he weaves humor through it all—crooked, imperfect jokes landing in the space where fear, pain, and laughter coexist.
