“For comedian Alan King, nobody was out of bounds when it came to humor. Not even the queen of England.”

Once, after performing for Queen Elizabeth II in London, King was introduced to Britain’s monarch, who asked him, “How do you do, Mr. King?”

“How do you do, Mrs. Queen?” he quickly replied.

“She stared at me, and then Prince Philip laughed,” King would recall afterward. “Thank God Prince Philip laughed.”

The comedian, whose cutting wisecracks about suburbia, marriage and modern life struck a chord with blue bloods and blue collars alike, died Sunday of lung cancer. He was 76.

“He always talked about the annoyances of life,” recalled fellow comedian and longtime friend Jerry Stiller. “He was like a Jewish Will Rogers.”

Alan King, 1927-2004. Go with angels, Alan. But if I were you, I wouldn’t trust that St. Peter as far as I could throw him. Just a gut feeling I have.

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