Before he died, Prince was planning a reality show set at his infamous Paisley Park compound, Vulture reports. “He was supposed to do something with Netflix, a reality show on Paisley Park,” says Maya Washington, a photographer who befriended Prince. “He’s, ‘Why don’t you help me?’ I’m, ‘I’d love to, but you’d have to be in it.’ And he’s, ‘No, no, no, I’m not in it.’ I’m, ‘Why not? You’re so funny — why don’t you want anyone to see your sense of humor?’ And he would shut it down: ‘Maya, I can’t be funny. I have to save the world.'”

A spokesperson for Netflix confirmed the news, saying, “We did have discussions about it, but sadly for all of us it did not come to fruition prior to his passing.” And, in other Prince news, Vulture also compiled some of the Purple One’s best disses. Truly, he was a master of throwing shade; here’s a quick story from Prince’s publicist:

One time, I had taken the red-eye from L.A. to Minneapolis and went home long enough to shower, threw on a baseball cap, jeans, sweatshirt, and drove over to the studio. I went up the stairs and Prince was coming down the hall from his office. “Going fishing?” he asked.

And here’s Van Jones:

Oh my God, it was embarrassing. To the point that he wouldn’t even play me, he was just so disgusted with my inability to play. One time, he wouldn’t even move — he’d stand in one spot, and his arms were not that long and I’m six feet two. Talking crap the whole time. He’s like the worst trash-talker.

And here’s one from Gwen Stefani:

We went out one night in a limousine — we went to a club, I think — and it was when Jennifer Lopez had that song [sings] “waiting for tonight…” And he said to me something weird: “That’s your competition.” And I was, “What are you talking about?” Like, that was a completely different planet of music, compared to what I was doing at that time with No Doubt … He said to me [one time], “Have you ever tried to write a hit? Why wouldn’t you just try to?”