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Tuesday, 05 January
Brad Company

A couple years ago, I was in Chicago on a business trip. My good friend Brad L. Graham met me at my hotel lobby for a night of dinner and subsequent carousing. We hugged warmly, despite the fact that I had met him only a couple times in, as they say, "real life"--but I had known Brad for the better part of a decade; first through a website called MetaFilter and then via another more private site where I and a bunch of other degenerates and perverts hang out and bullshit all the live-long day in order to avoid doing work.

Brad, a tremendously energetic and unapologetic flirt, immediately engaged the staff. After we hugged, he turned to the bell desk attendant and said, in his improbably deep voice, "Excuse me, lovely lady. Could you recommend a restaurant where I could take this devastatingly handsome man?" (I am emphatically not handsome in any conventional sense. I sort of resemble a shorter Toxic Avenger with slightly better skin.) He flashed his trademark snaggly grin, and you could see her respond in kind. She pointed us to some place that I do not remember, but seemed to feature attractive ashtrays.

The flirting towards me was of course harmless and vaguely ridiculous, since he knew very well that I'm straight and married, but he also knew my weakness for wordplay and playful repartee, and so as we sparred throughout the evening, gradually endrunkening ourselves (the business meetings the next morning were murder), we found an easy groove. We shared the same vices and spent the evening reveling in both of them--nail-biting and tearing the legs off of earwigs. (Not really. I'm of course talking about drinking martinis and smoking shitty domestic cigarettes.)

It was a simply *jazz hands* fabulous evening, with Brad making his trademark groantastic punny jokes and occasionally making utterly silly salacious remarks about nearly every male or male-ish person who happened to enter his ambit.

My friend Brad was found dead on Monday, apparently from "natural causes" in his bed. He was 41 years old. I will myself turn 41 in June this year.

I am devastated. I hate the phrase "natural causes." What the holy deep-fried fuck is natural about dying from some handwavey horseshit at the age of 41? Let's leave aside the idea that "natural causes" generally elides the whole idea of providing an explanation of "causes" at all. What fucking causes? I'd like to see some fucking newspaper article describe some poor bastard's death as "natural murder." Fuck. You might as well state that he died from "Stuff."

I am also pissed off. It's difficult for me to make sense of, and I don't know how to articulate it, other than to repeat the completely worn-out trope that death is a bitch, and it's unfair, and frankly, can go fuck itself. I don't really want anyone to die (though of course I've engaged in hyperbole to the opposite, as we all do), but Brad? Really? In the words of I.I. Rabi upon discovering a subatomic particle that nobody had ever predicted, "Who ordered that?"

And it's strange to me to have these feelings--these cloudbursts of tears that have been coming on me for a couple days--over someone who I met physically only a couple times, but who I knew what I would considerably fairly intimately over eight or so years on the fucking Internet. I don't think I'm the only one. The MetaFilter thread announcing his death (technically a subsite called MetaTalk) brought dozens and dozens of old members out of the woodwork (many of whom had to obtain help from the administrators to restore long-lost login passwords) simply because they felt the need to express their utter grief.

I won't go into the details of his storied life. You can look it all up. You should. The man was an Internet legend for a lot of reasons, but those details are boring compared to the man qua man. He was one of the most generous souls I ever had the great pleasure and great fortune to meet. He's gone, and there's a void in the world that will never be filled.

I miss him very much.

I keep thinking of the closing lines of John Irving's A Prayer for Owen Meany. "O God--please give him back! I shall keep asking You." Well, unfortunately, I don't believe in God. If I did, I'd be pretty pissed off at him for this fucking horrible nonsense, this worthless, wrenching death. But I'll bet you a million dollars that Brad would forgive Him in a heartbeat. With his last heartbeat.

Whinging | Skot | 05 Jan, 2010 |

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I'm sorry for your loss. A short perusal of the internet shows what a true pioneer he was in many ways, but what was also clear, is that this was a man who was utterly loved by everyone who knew him. The kindness and generosity of his spirit will be remembered for a long, long time. And that's a legacy any man should be proud of.

Comment number: 020355   Posted by: Linda on January 6, 2010 07:51 AM from IP:

"Natural causes" seems to be what they call it when the family doesn't want to have an autopsy to find out what really happened. Which, for the life of me I can't agree with, because no matter what, having an answer would be most important to me.

Sorry you are going through this pain.

Comment number: 020356   Posted by: SeattleSchmitt on January 6, 2010 09:33 AM from IP:

Sorry dude. Sending you virtual hugs ((((((( ))))))))

Comment number: 020358   Posted by: Me on January 6, 2010 12:44 PM from IP:

re: snaggly grin. A wise friend of mine whose name also starts with J. said "He's got those funny teeth and wears those *sweaters* and he still gets more sex than both of us put together!"

It's somehow depressing to know that he was wonderful for everyone he touched and not maybe our secret wonderful man. I'm sorry for your loss Skot. Sucks.

Comment number: 020360   Posted by: jessamyn on January 6, 2010 05:15 PM from IP:

I spent a similar evening with him when I visited St. Louis in 2002, though probably without so much of the flirting. But he took me to a piano bar, and then to another bar, and then after that one closed we went for pancakes. As one should.

I got so used to seeing him at SXSW every year. When March comes along and he's not there, it's going to be awful.

Comment number: 020361   Posted by: alison on January 6, 2010 05:37 PM from IP:

I want him not to be dead just so he can say something rude and funny about being remembered for "blogosphere". It still sort of feels unreal, like the most tasteless April Fool's joke of all time.

Comment number: 020362   Posted by: snarkout on January 6, 2010 05:57 PM from IP:

I had one of those improbable Brad man-date things too. I was in St Louis for a weird reason and he took me out for drinks and foolishness. He was just so awesome, and we're all impoverished by his passing. Fuck.

Comment number: 020363   Posted by: norm on January 6, 2010 07:07 PM from IP:

I hung out with Brad many times, but not enough really. Not as many times as I could have. I don't drink, or do much this side of eating that lubricates social good times, but I loved his company, and him. I honestly had no idea that I would miss him this much. I would give some of my time, to enjoy a bit more of his, and that is something I would not do for most. I have had difficulty celebrating who he was, because I am selfish and miserable at the moment.

Comment number: 020364   Posted by: Johnny on January 6, 2010 08:09 PM from IP:

You CAN get to know people, become friends with them totally through the interweb. I have a few very good friends who I'd totally break down over if they died. I'm sorry for your loss, Skot.

Comment number: 020366   Posted by: LeAnn on January 10, 2010 02:22 PM from IP:

I recently had almost opposite experience.
A guy who was my nemesis in high school...we competed for girls, I fought him a few times...
I found out he died "Of Natural causes" at....I don't know 42?
Well it turns out he dated a girl I dated after I dated her and he was a JERK!
and it wasn't natural causes, he killed himself! and? he was a jerk!
also.....and this has nothing to do with the other stuff...he was probably gay...
so why after reading your blog for 3 years is this my first response....

Comment number: 020368   Posted by: on January 12, 2010 07:21 PM from IP:

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