I went through a couple of years as a kid fascinated by the Jerry Lewis Telethon, which aired for something like 36 hours every Labor Day. Jerry wore a tux, which became increasingly disheveled, as did Jerry, as the hours wore on. I may have watched 12 hours of it, including some after midnight.
I used to watch Lewis’ telethons too. One time, he had a glass of Coke in his hand when he had to put on a baseball glove and start playing catch with somebody. Without missing a beat, he put the half-full glass in the inside pocket of his tuxedo jacket, put on his glove and started throwing the ball around. Nobody, Lewis included, said a word about what he’d done with the glass.
My brother and I looked at each other like, “Did he just do what I think he just did?”