Oded was the blackest of black comics. Someone so fused to his trauma, so honest and self-deprecating with it, that he wore it like a bow tie. This was not a man you wanted good things to happen to; he’d have no idea what to do with them. If he found a one-hundred-shekel bill on the floor, he’d bend down to pick it up, put his back out, and run up a five-hundred-shekel medical bill.
