In comedy, timing is everything, and Dave Grant taught timing.
As an MC, you prayed for Dave Grant to be your headline act, because you knew that no matter how dire the gig was, no matter how many infuriatingly incompetent tryouts were stinking up the first two brackets, you were going to bring on the most consistently hilarious headline act any audience has ever seen.
Dave Grant hosted five of the first six gigs I ever did. He was generous with his time, his knowledge and his opinion. With a few simple words, he gave me more confidence than I would ever have been able to accumulate with even a lifetime of performance. He told me I didn't need to mention my sexuality on stage. He understood why it was important for me to do it, but he told me I didn't need to. He stopped me from ever thinking an audience was laughing at me because I'm gay, and made me believe they were laughing because I am a comedian, and I am good at my job.
I am not alone, being in debt to the great man. Dave's professionalism rubbed off on everybody who worked with him.
There are far fewer laughs in the world today, because the best of us is gone.