Sgt_BakerII wrote:QUOTE (Sgt_BakerII @ Jan 16 2016, 03:18 AM) MrC's family report that the primary cause of death was heart failure. Given that MrC made no attempt to seek help or get out of bed, it is highly likely he was oblivious of his own demise. He died a peaceful death.
Still devastated and crying, but since I can't afford to fly to Michigan for the ceremonies, and I couldn't get an RT patch embroidered that fast and shipped to me anyway, I'll relay some stories.
I only met the man in person twice.
Once when he was on a job interview in Minneapolis (he actually did a carry-on of all of the individual issues of Transmetropolitan *JUST* because I said I'd never read them, and delivered them to me in a box before we went out to dinner after he flew into town. He used to run a comic book store, so he had extras.). We had dinner, chatted about everything under the sun, shared a few drinks and cemented our relationship as brothers and squadmates.
The other time I was on airplane layover in detroit due to flight delay for work. 2 or 3 hour layover, I forget. I had his cell number so I called him.
He was sitting in a McDonald's parking lot eating dinner in his car.
While I was on the phone with him, inside the airport terminal, he crumpled up his cheeseburger wrappers, drove 40+ minutes to the airport, picked me up, and showed me what he could of detroit with the time allotted.
He LITERALLY DROPPED EVERYTHING WITH NO NOTICE (I don't think he even finished his food), DROVE OUT OF HIS WAY, AND CARTED ME AROUND TOWN ON HIS OWN MONEY *JUST* because I was in his town and had a flight delay.
I offered to pay, he wouldn't let me.
We were short on time and just had beers in a dive bar due to distance and the lack of "decent strip clubs" (his words) (I've never actually been to a strip club, but he said there were no good ones near the airport that wouldn't involve him wondering about the use of the gun in his trunk, so I've still never been to a strip club. Good old Detroit.) but we had a BLAST just chatting it up and drinking cheap beer.
He drove me back to the airport and I finally caught a flight home by following his example and being entirely polite and kind to the overworked person who was in charge of assigning seats at the gate, even though I had a deadline to make and would be in trouble for not making it.
For all of the greatness he was in the community, he positively VIBRATED with a great attitude in person.
I learned a great many things about behaviour from him.
My sorrow knows no bounds.