Keith doesn’t always host Dateline , but when he does, it’s freaking amazing.
His voice has the lilting tone of a beloved grandpa telling a fascinating story by the campfire.
It makes you want to lean in to the TV while roasting up some S'mores.
But it’s also full of dread and foreboding, as if Keith were secretly the long lost son of Vincent Price.
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And, if we’re being totally honest, there’s something to his delivery that makes you suspect he might have a few bodies buried somewhere himself.
Where are the bodies, Keith? WHERE ARE THE BODIES?!
The man brings his distinctive delivery to social media, too, because he tweets exactly like he talks.
Tell me you didn't read that and hear Keith's voice in your head.
