Bill Murray enters the McDonald’s you are in. He walks up to you with a crazed demented smile. He takes a fry, dips it in your ketchup, and eats it. Then, and only then is when he speaks, and says “No one will ever believe you,” and walks off into the night.
There are dozens of Bill Murray stories out there. Hell, there’s even an entire website dedicated to it.
Remember that time Bill Murray crashed the Shangri La bar during SXSW and served only tequila?
How about that time he read poetry to construction workers?
Or what about that time he thought an autograph was too impersonal so he did a slo-mo walk for his fan?
The man is a myth, a legend, and now finally, a ghost story. He hasn’t even died yet.