His eyes wouldn’t stay open, but he couldn’t keep them closed either. He looked like a sleepwalking senior zombie without the drool. His brothers were gone, his friends were on hospice, it was late at night, and Groucho Marx couldn’t sleep again. The last time he had insomnia, he called Alice Cooper, who lived a few blocks away. Most nights when Groucho would go walking after dark around the neighborhood he saw Alice’s lights on. Alice didn’t go to bed until sunrise. Groucho got his number from a friend and called him when he got back home. Alice grabbed a six-pack of beer on his way over to Groucho’s house. They watched a couple of Robert Mitchum movies and made short work of the beer. Halfway through ‘Night of the Hunter’ Alice realized that Groucho had fallen asleep. He threw away the empty beer cans and tip-toed out the back door. Two nights later when Groucho couldn’t sleep, he called Alice again.
-this is what went through my imagination when I read that Groucho Marx and Alice Cooper used to hang out together after midnight.