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Matte’s Final Post
With profound sadness, we are letting you know that Louis Bryan (aka “Matte Gray”) passed away unexpectedly on 11/12/22. A gathering of family and friends met on 11/27/22 to celebrate his memory.
His website will remain up for the foreseeable future to enlighten and entertain us.
What follows is his obituary scribed in first-person.
I’m not actually dead yet, but there’s lotsa stuff wrong with me besides simple old age, and even though the odds are very, very low that i’ll drop dead tomorrow, i figured i’d go ahead and post my obituary so i don’t have to risk someone else screwing it up. Besides, we see all too few obits nowadays written in the first person. Think of this as a pre-need obit like my pre-need arrangement with the Neptune Society.
Matte Gray 1941-2019 aged 78 and astonished that i lived so long.
I’ll start with a blanket apology to all those i’ve wronged. Has to be blanket because otherwise this part would run to too many pages. Well, at least if it listed all the individual wrongs that i review instead of sleeping. Isabella Allende remarked on the death of Roberto Bolaño, “Dying does not make you a nicer person.” True enough, but at least it prevents you from committing more wrongs.
When you write your own obit, you have to guess about the cause of death, but here are some options, some more likely than others:
Burned at the stake for heresy
A surfeit of nightingale’s tongues
Under the wheels of the F Market
An overdose of chocolate ice cream
“Removed” by a CIA drone strike
Rescuing a damsel in distress
While swimming back from the Farallones
Eaten by a school of piranha
Under interrogation
Apoplexy while listening to Donald Trump
Consumed by a leopard seal on the south coast of Antarctica
Electrocuted by my Prius
Pork belly
A fall from the balcony of the Castro Theater
In a secret CIA cell
On a hot date with Sage Northcutt
Replacing the batteries in OR-7‘s collar
While watching Roger Federer win another major
In a federal prison for applauding Edward Snowden
Or in the worst case scenario, something boring like a runaway illness.
Others conquered countries, wrote acclaimed novels, won international prizes, made millions of dollars, had illustrious careers, and were survived by a dozen loving grandchildren. Me, i was just a B+ kind of guy whose only achievement was this website, so i hope you got some entertainment out of it because i sure enjoyed writing it.
Subsisted on crumbs? Sure, but i brought some pleasure to a good many people, stayed out of jail, outlived my enemies, and was survived by a dwindling handful of loyal friends and my beloved sister, who gets any leftover money.
Oh, and i can’t go much into this lest it be “coat tailing”, but in the last year i developed even more medical problems. And my legs continued to get weaker and weaker, leaving me more and more dependent on the Segway and, since my upper body strength has dwindled, reduced to using folding aluminum ramps to get it into the back of the Prius when i need to take it out of town.
I’m hoping that it’ll be my abdominal aortal aneurysm popping because the sharp pain will get my attention, but i’ll remain conscious a couple of minutes, long enough to have a deathbed conversion and embrace Jesus as my personal savior, thus insuring an eternity in heaven in case it’s still there. To touch all bases, i’ll also explain to Allah and Vishnu that i was just kidding in that loose talk about atheism and actually think they’re wonderful entities entirely worthy of my worship and surely they won’t mind my side bet on Jesus.
I had put way too much thought into trying to arrange to keep this website up for a little while after my sister has cancelled my credit cards, but then it finally sank in that since my readership has not soared out of the hundreds, the people have spoken and i’ll just let the site die when Sonic’s last bill bounces. So if you want to copy a recipe or something, you should go ahead and do it now. The odds are good that i’ll have another birthday, but they’re excellent that there’ll be very few of ’em.
Oh, and i’ll keep posting until i can no longer reach the keyboard.
Meanwhile, when visiting my friend Nina in Kaiser, i affix the Segway to a handsome bike rack.
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6 Comments
For most people, what stays in Las Vegas is the money.
Most excellent turning of the phrase
Many thanks.
Ouch. Poor bb, here’s hoping you have some good holidays etc to cheer you up and a speedy recovery.
Be careful, will ya?!?
The holidays are most definitely cheerful, the recovery is progressing apace, and the caution level has been dramatically increased.
Thank you for remembering Barry. And for loving him, as I did. I am glad he got to see a loving face before he died. You are right, he wanted to go out on his terms and it was never going to be pretty. Barry, even though he’d be cleaned up, was always disappointed after falling or having a heart attack, being picked up by ambulance, treated and then dumped right back onto the streets… He gave up hope for a place indoors after realizing that even that level of frailty was not enough to deserve housing in this city. he did admit to me he would have preferred to live inside. As you said, he was not crazy. 🙂 Again, thanks for the love and kindness you and others showed him. I know he appreciated it.
Since i wrote that account i’ve been back to the makeshift shrine several times and have talked with folks who knew him longer than i, people who were also there the afternoon before he died and to whom he also expressed very clearly that he did not want to go to the hospital. Some of the people who knew him better are organizing a little wake for him on the 1st of February, and i’ll post more details here as i learn them. Meanwhile, a useful resource is castrobiscuit.com, with an article on 22 Jan that has extensive comments.