While I enjoyed some of Norm Macdonald's work, I could never be described as "a fan." That is to say, I never sought him out or purchased anything related to him.
Still, I found him quite amusing and very surprised that he had been quietly battling cancer for years and never said anything about it publicly. Celebrities typically shout their illness and hardships in their desperate and unending search for attention. Macdonald was a noted exception.
He was also a man of faith. He did not market himself as such, but when the topic came up, he was blunt and open about his beliefs - and not afraid to take on atheists.
Indeed, his passing seems to have caused the evangelical atheists to get rather worked up. G.K. Chesterton has lots of things to say about them, and apparently strident annoying atheists date back to his time, the chief difference being that now they are more prevalent and powerful.
The crusader within me wants to smite these unwitting allies of the devil, but the thinking Christian mourns their despair. They have no faith and it drives them mad to see other people with it living happy lives. Note, that the lives need not be prosperous - in fact, nothing seems to set them off like seeing a devout person happily praying their way through a terminal disease.
As I've noted before, the fanatical devotion to healing rituals (masks, lockdowns, vaccines) is because these people have a deep fear of death. It is the worst thing that can happen to them and so the rage at anyone who they think might steal a single second from them.
Macdonald not only kept his faith, he kept other people laughing. Rest in peace.