Dick Clark is like only one other creature on this planet. The roach. Why? Because after the nuclear holocaust that blows us all to shit, it'll be Dick Clark, the Roach King, leading an army of unstoppable roaches to easily conquer the blasted Earth.
Yes, that's very creepy. I got partway through this trade paperback study of laughter, and it denoted the cross-cultural rules of laughing: It goes "ha ha ha" or "hee hee hee" or "ho ho ho" or whatever. NEVER "ha hee ha hee" or "ho ha ho ha." If you laugh like Dick Clark around a campfire in Papua New Guinea, they'll either back away from you or stick your head in the fire, whichever seems easier.
Last time I saw him though, it did look like the reaper might be finally drawing a bead on his rapidly sagging carcass. He should probably start bathing in the blood of baptised virgins again.