His giggle could vibrate Dr. Manhattan’s molecules apart. It could satiate Galactus’ voracious appetite. It could stop the bullets that killed Martha and Thomas Wayne. That’s how majestic.

Kavi once sat me down on a bench and told me that I was sitting in the exact spot that Clive Owen had sat a week earlier. He then took me on a 45 minute tour of U of M’s campus to retrace the steps of Clive Owen the previous week. …The steps that Kavi could only know because he had casually stalked Clive Owen for an afternoon. … Or an entire day? The details of the stalking were hard to get out of him. There was a lot of giggling.