There was a time, hundreds of years ago, when the courts of noble people would find entertainment from fools, both natural and artificial. An “artificial” fool was a clown, someone who played stupid, but was actually quite witty. “Natural” fools were handicapped in some way, sometimes mentally, sometimes physically. The natural fools would perform whatever tricks they could in whatever way they could, and the nobles would laugh. By this they wouldn’t starve in the streets. Not so long ago, physically different people may have had to tour the country in freak shows. I’m thankful times have changed.
In comedy, as in life, it’s not the falling down that matters, it’s what happens afterwards.