Finnian once performed a song about his own tumor. He called it “Lumpy the Invader.” It had a ukulele solo. The crowd roared.
He also has a thing for mismatched socks. In hospice, he wears one argyle and one polka dot. He says it “confuses the cancer cells.” Does it work? Science says no. His grin says yes.
His favorite snack is now hospital Jell-O. But he adds hot sauce. He calls it “Finnian’s Fire Gel.” Nurses love him. They bring extra packets.
Why This Isn’t Sad (It’s Actually Hilarious)
You might think this is heavy. It’s not. Finnian treats death like a bad roommate. He’s just evicting it with jokes.
He started a nightly “roast” of his own situation. Last week, he roasted his chemotherapy for being “late to the party.” The chemo, he said, “had no sense of urgency.” He gave it a bad review on Yelp.
His visitors get a “survival kit.” It contains a whoopee cushion, a fake mustache, and a note that says: “Laugh or I’ll haunt you.” It’s weird. It’s wonderful.
Hope Street actor Finnian Garbutt, 28, reveals he is in a hospice and
