Rest in peace, Brizz. You had a helluva run, especially given your struggles. I will always remember finding Wirecutter in a library in Michigan, and reading it at one go.

Vaya Con Dios John. Your family loved you, even when it was hard.

Thanks for being my older brother, John -- for turning me on to reading, for supporting my acting and writing, for teaching me that rock music and lyrics can be poetry, and for showing by example that trying to create something can be hard, but can also be done with confidence, elan and fun. Mostly, though, thanks for your kindness. I never once experienced anything less from you. I love you. -- David

My dear tortured brother. If only you realized how loved you were by so many. Your demons were stronger than you and I have mourned that for so long. I treasure our good times. Playing music together and discovering the joys of each other I will always cherish. I truly hope you can rest in peace now bro. I love you.

I've missed T.G.I.F. for a while now. I've also missed those stories about handymen, derelicts and those cut from an odd sort, whose tales were told through a filter of dark flowing ooze. It was never hard to relate to your truths or to find something familiar in your toybox of words that you chose to string together. Their sharp edges delivered with blunt force ( sometimes) . Thanks John. I never met you but I was truly sad when I read that you passed; I'm turning sixty tomorrow, barely outrunning the tall man and his scythe. For whatever it's worth, people you never knew, appreciated you. It doesn't get much better than that.