He delivers the grim news about pancreatic cancer's low survival rates with the same enthusiasm with which he informs a contestant they found the Daily Double. If the subject matter weren't so bleak, you'd think he was recording an interstitial for the show -- maybe one reminding viewers to take the online test to see if they can qualify to be a contestant. He is perpetually unruffled by anything. He's a consummate professional who exudes a soothing, almost inspiring confidence. He's the Bob Ross of game show hosts. Actually, it's starting to feel a little disrespectful to call him a "game show host." We always felt like he was above the label. He's the steady, poised center of a radically evolving television landscape.
The truest testament to Trebek's timeless poise? He caps off the tragic message with a joke about how he can't die now, because he's got three years left on his contract. It must have caught his own production crew off-guard, as someone can be heard laughing faintly in the background. He defused the somber atmosphere the same way he supports contestants going into Final Jeopardy down $10,000. In the midst of all the fear and anxiety, he just wants to make sure you're going to be OK.
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