Even in death…

I just came across a “encounter with Keith” stories on someone's blog…


We go to the wake. One part pierced, tattooed freakly looking people, one part cugini. Ryan sees his ex… its pretty fuckin' sad- here is this guy who apparently was full of life and he's fuckin there- in a box with a baseball cap on and a popped collar- and he's fuckin' dead. A few weeks ago she was asking Ryan about areas of Brooklyn for them to look at houses in off craigslist- and now is is nothing more than a make-shift collage and a flower arrangement shaped like an electric guitar.
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It's sort of odd reading about how a stranger perceives someone from their wake alone…


Always learning!

I still haven't found the right words to write anything even remotely sufficient — Keith was the first person I ever interviewed on BME and helped with every stage of its development in one way or another (including Jordan, who Keith gave a trial by fire and then heartily recommended). But let me link to various eulogies around the web; if you follow the forum links as well there are more here on IAM.
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