Well, I guess it’s come for you, Marc. Not that I think you can hear me or anything… well, maybe you can, what do I know about these things… anyway… I hope you’re in a good place, wherever that may be.

Rest in Peace.

I know we weren’t close this last year or so, but I have some good memories. There are a lot of people down here who gave a shit about you, and they’re hurting pretty badly right now. You know, not to tokenize you or anything, but having someone the same age as myself (give or take a little time) just up and die like this is really scary. You were up to some crazy stuff these last couple of years, and you neglected and abused your body. I just wish you would have seen your value in time so that (if this accident was caused by insulin shock like we’re assuming, but I don’t want to contribute to rumors) you would have taken care of yourself. Again, not to make you the “token death boy” or anything, but maybe now some people will shape up their lives after having seen how quickly life can be taken away.

I really have no more to say right now, and it’s not like you can hear me or anything, anyway.

Note: added Thursday, June 12, 2003
Here’s a link to the twenty cent fiction website with a reprint of the obituary and an article from the Patriot Ledger and a photo of Marc. The photo was taken from Twenty Cent’s production of Waiting for Godot two Decembers ago.