Remembering Ryan Davis, 1979 - 2013

I wish I could find the audio of Louis CK talking about Patrice O'Neal's death and why it really is important to focus on the negative so people can learn from it.

Of course, since we don't know exactly how he died, it might not necessarily be relevant, but there's no reason to sweep things under the rug, nor is it disrespectful to bring it up.
I remember that bit. Louie said something along the lines of that as an entertainer it was selfish of Patrice to not take better care of himself. Obviously we don't know the cause of Ryan's death yet so that may not even apply.
 
I'm sure I'm not the only one here feeling totally lost. A total of zero people in my personal life even know what Giant Bomb even is, and yet I've listened to every second of every Bombcast. I'm just totally lost.
 
I'm from the sticks and am fairly awkward. When I went to college, I didn't have any friends and stayed that way for well over a year. During that time I breathed Giant Bomb content any time I wasn't in class. I went through the archives and watched all their video content, listened to all of their podcasts, and then once I was done I went through it all again. I fed off of their great chemistry, and their wonderful group dynamic. I don't know what I would've done without having that content and that connection with Giant Bomb. Thank you Ryan for your very considerable part of that time in my life. I never met you, but I'll sure as hell miss you.
 
What really kills me is that Jeff and Ryan totally rode in and out of work together every day basically, thinking about Jeff riding in alone now.

I know... They were like brothers. And you can tell- They just had a natural connection with each other and you can tell they've been best friends for a long time.

Sad. Just sad.
 
I've been trying to write this post all day. It may go on a tangent, so people may think this isn't the place. I'm sorry in advance.

I feel horrible. Of course. Everyone is, I'm 43 years old and I've lost many friends. Even internet friends. Sure internet friends aren't "real" but the emotions we feel are. I have taken some deaths of internet friends hard. I first experience this pre-internet when I ran a local multi-line BBS with door games. The most popular game was Scrabble. I even held local get togethers with real scrabble boards. It got insane. The best player was the 73 year old retired man. We got to be fairly close in real life as well. One day I got home from work and saw he had been logged on to the BBS play Scrabble for 14 hours. He passed away playing on my computer. That hit me hard but for some reason, Ryan Davis' passing is hitting me harder and it is making me feel weird.

As some of you may know, I've been battling heart disease for the past few years.Last year I had a heart attack and was rushed in to have several cardiac artery stents installed.When I woke in recovery, I asked for my ipod and drifted in and out of sleep for the next 16 hours listening to the Giant Bombcast. Ryan Davis' upbeat attitude help me to get past a scary moment in my life. It was like he, and the rest of crew, were reassuring me. Everything was going to be all right. We are still going to be here talking about stuff you love.

I know speculating on Ryan's death is against the rules, Talking about just my case, I was a lot like Ryan before my heart attack. I was morbidly overweight, got out of breath easily, sweat all the time, and while I didn't use a CPAP machine to sleep at night, my doctors were concerned that I should have a sleep study done. After my heart attack, I lost close to 100 pounds, got fit, eating healthy, and exercised. Most of the time went I was on the treadmill I was listening to the Bombcast.

A few months ago, my heart took a significant turn for the worse. I went in for one corrective surgery, only to be woken up and told the surgeons didn't perform it because they didn't believe I could survive it. They told me I had just weeks to live and they were putting me on the transplant recipient list. I had another group of surgeons told inform me they could do the surgery in a different way and my odds of surviving would be 30%. I went in thinking I might never awake. In the recovery icu, my wife had the nurse put my ipod on me. When I awoke, I started my ipod and the first voice I heard was Ryan's cheerful voice "HELLO IT'S TUESDAY!!" Once again telling me that everything was going to be alright. I really believe that he and the rest of the bombcast was as important to my recovery as my exercise. My recovery so far as exceeded even the most optimistic estimates.

I wanted to write Ryan Davis and tell him how much he helped me. Just doing and loving his job. I didn't write him. I felt it was corny, he might never see it, or worse, he might have read it and then get self conscious. Now I wish I wrote it. Even if it was stupid.

RIP Mr Davis.
 
I still can't comprehend this...Even 8 hours later. I can't accept this.

This makes no sense at all. I am so sad for his new wife, family, and friends.

Really hitting hard as it digests...
 
Awful news. The off-the-cuff jokey banter him and jeff often get into on site content showed just how strong their relationship was. He gets a lot of shit on Neogaf, but I always found him to be an amazing host that helped steer the discussion with a great sense of humor and care. A great writer and a keen eye for good detail, he was a favorite of mine on Gamespot and GB.

Can't imagine what the crew and particularly his family are going through. A shout-out for the link to older Hotspot podcasts, will listen to the best of those shows during my commute. Damn...
Do you have the link for those Hotspot episodes?
 
If there's no bombcast tomorrow then the first time we'll see something from GB will probably be Patrick's Scoops segment on Wednesday.

That's true isn't it. Man, that's going to be rough. Not sure I can take a Sad Patrick. That'll kill me. Only thing that's probably going to be worse is a sad Jeff. That dude has been a constant source of positive energy.
 
Could someone link to the black ribbon so I can change my avatar? can't find it anywhere.

http://www.neogaf.com/forum/showthread.php?t=617271
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Considering Ryan's age and physical shape and the fact that a lot of GiantBomb listeners are probably in the that same situation health wise, it makes sense that a lot of them are asking because as morbid as it sounds, it is absolutely their business.

I'm ripped and love Giant Bomb.
 
Oh please, it's not like people are asking for video footage..

Someone a lot of people care for gets suddenly taken away from them and it's only natural for them to want to know why.

True. I told my mom about the whole situation (she doesn't know anything about video games, Ryan Davis, or GB...but I wanted to share) and the first thing she said/asked was "Oh no! What happened?"
 
Anyone else still seeing the headlines and articles and not being able to really "get" that he's actually gone?

Yeah, it's been 6 hours since I first read the news on here and I still can't believe it. I have no clue what this means for the future of GiantBomb - things just won't be the same. I hate to say this now, but one of my fears I've always had with GiantBomb and it's collection of endearing personalities, that play so well off one another, is what happens if one them dies or passes away? Never thought the day would actually come though.

Rest in peace, Ryan, you'll be truly missed.
 
Considering Ryan's age and physical shape and the fact that a lot of GiantBomb listeners are probably in the that same situation health wise, it makes sense that a lot of them are asking because as morbid as it sounds, it is absolutely their business.

You sound like a dumb person.
 
Considering Ryan's age and physical shape and the fact that a lot of GiantBomb listeners are probably in the that same situation health wise, it makes sense that a lot of them are asking because as morbid as it sounds, it is absolutely their business.

I'm not fat, but I noticed Ryan was huuuuge so I'm curious if his death was weight related.

Expect mailbags full of off fruit and veg.
 
I'm sure I'm not the only one here feeling totally lost. A total of zero people in my personal life even know what Giant Bomb even is, and yet I've listened to every second of every Bombcast. I'm just totally lost.

Yeah I don't know what to do but keep reading this forum about how others are dealing with it but man it would be great to talk to some people about how cool Ryan was over drinks or something.
 
Totally stunned. The guy was so funny. The chemistry between him and Jeff was magic. So sad right now I can't believe it.
 
Anyone else still seeing the headlines and articles and not being able to really "get" that he's actually gone?
Yes. Absolutely.

I said this in the other thread, but it's always been hard for me to imagine one of the core four on camera guys leaving. I knew it would happen eventually, or the site would just be retired after so many years, but seemed almost impossible.

This is even more of a shock. And now one of the core four has been forcibly removed. GB will never be the same. If they continue on with the Bombcast (I'm assuming they will?) those first few episodes without "Hey everybody, it's Tuuuesday!" to kick things off will be jarring and make for a pretty sad listen.

This whole thing is effecting me a lot. Can't even imagine how his wife and family feels. Or how Jeff and the rest of the GB gang feels. So sad.
 
I've been trying to write this post all day. It may go on a tangent, so people may think this isn't the place. I'm sorry in advance.

I feel horrible. Of course. Everyone is, I'm 43 years old and I've lost many friends. Even internet friends. Sure internet friends aren't "real" but the emotions we feel are. I have taken some deaths of internet friends hard. I first experience this pre-internet when I ran a local multi-line BBS with door games. The most popular game was Scrabble. I even held local get togethers with real scrabble boards. It got insane. The best player was the 73 year old retired man. We got to be fairly close in real life as well. One day I got home from work and saw he had been logged on to the BBS play Scrabble for 14 hours. He passed away playing on my computer. That hit me hard but for some reason, Ryan Davis' passing is hitting me harder and it is making me feel weird.

As some of you may know, I've been battling heart disease for the past few years.Last year I had a heart attack and was rushed in to have several cardiac artery stents installed.When I woke in recovery, I asked for my ipod and drifted in and out of sleep for the next 16 hours listening to the Giant Bombcast. Ryan Davis' upbeat attitude help me to get past a scary moment in my life. It was like he, and the rest of crew, were reassuring me. Everything was going to be all right. We are still going to be here talking about stuff you love.

I know speculating on Ryan's death is against the rules, Talking about just my case, I was a lot like Ryan before my heart attack. I was morbidly overweight, got out of breath easily, sweat all the time, and while I didn't use a CPAP machine to sleep at night, my doctors were concerned that I should have a sleep study done. After my heart attack, I lost close to 100 pounds, got fit, eating healthy, and exercised. Most of the time went I was on the treadmill I was listening to the Bombcast.

A few months ago, my heart took a significant turn for the worse. I went in for one corrective surgery, only to be woken up and told the surgeons didn't perform it because they didn't believe I could survive it. They told me I had just weeks to live and they were putting me on the transplant recipient list. I had another group of surgeons told inform me they could do the surgery in a different way and my odds of surviving would be 30%. I went in thinking I might never awake. In the recovery icu, my wife had the nurse put my ipod on me. When I awoke, I started my ipod and the first voice I heard was Ryan's cheerful voice "HELLO IT'S TUESDAY!!" Once again telling me that everything was going to be alright. I really believe that he and the rest of the bombcast was as important to my recovery as my exercise. My recovery so far as exceeded even the most optimistic estimates.

I wanted to write Ryan Davis and tell him how much he helped me. Just doing and loving his job. I didn't write him. I felt it was corny, he might never see it, or worse, he might have read it and then get self conscious. Now I wish I wrote it. Even if it was stupid.

RIP Mr Davis.

Damn man. Just damn.

This is the kind of stuff I hope the staff reads...
 
I know this sentiment has been said throughout this thread numerous times already, but it's a very strange feeling. I've never once even talked to this man, let alone met him, and yet this just seems unreal and is affecting me in ways that I would never have imagined. I guess its just how personable it all feels, listening to these guys talk on the Bombcast, watching their videos. It feels like you know them, and you do in some way. I feel like I'm rambling and just echoing previous statements, so I'll just say Rest In Peace, man. Horrible loss.
 
I remember I started listening to the Hotspot back in late 2006. I've never forgotten the Korn/Haze joke and what a kick I got from them repeatedly saying "Twenty Aught Seven" instead of "2007" in their first 2007 Hotspot episode. I really wish I had those saved. Especially the ones where Vinny hosted after Gerstmanngate (Vinny hosting; sounds super weird in retrospect!).
 
I've been trying to write this post all day. It may go on a tangent, so people may think this isn't the place. I'm sorry in advance.

I feel horrible. Of course. Everyone is, I'm 43 years old and I've lost many friends. Even internet friends. Sure internet friends aren't "real" but the emotions we feel are. I have taken some deaths of internet friends hard. I first experience this pre-internet when I ran a local multi-line BBS with door games. The most popular game was Scrabble. I even held local get togethers with real scrabble boards. It got insane. The best player was the 73 year old retired man. We got to be fairly close in real life as well. One day I got home from work and saw he had been logged on to the BBS play Scrabble for 14 hours. He passed away playing on my computer. That hit me hard but for some reason, Ryan Davis' passing is hitting me harder and it is making me feel weird.

As some of you may know, I've been battling heart disease for the past few years.Last year I had a heart attack and was rushed in to have several cardiac artery stents installed.When I woke in recovery, I asked for my ipod and drifted in and out of sleep for the next 16 hours listening to the Giant Bombcast. Ryan Davis' upbeat attitude help me to get past a scary moment in my life. It was like he, and the rest of crew, were reassuring me. Everything was going to be all right. We are still going to be here talking about stuff you love.

I know speculating on Ryan's death is against the rules, Talking about just my case, I was a lot like Ryan before my heart attack. I was morbidly overweight, got out of breath easily, sweat all the time, and while I didn't use a CPAP machine to sleep at night, my doctors were concerned that I should have a sleep study done. After my heart attack, I lost close to 100 pounds, got fit, eating healthy, and exercised. Most of the time went I was on the treadmill I was listening to the Bombcast.

A few months ago, my heart took a significant turn for the worse. I went in for one corrective surgery, only to be woken up and told the surgeons didn't perform it because they didn't believe I could survive it. They told me I had just weeks to live and they were putting me on the transplant recipient list. I had another group of surgeons told inform me they could do the surgery in a different way and my odds of surviving would be 30%. I went in thinking I might never awake. In the recovery icu, my wife had the nurse put my ipod on me. When I awoke, I started my ipod and the first voice I heard was Ryan's cheerful voice "HELLO IT'S TUESDAY!!" Once again telling me that everything was going to be alright. I really believe that he and the rest of the bombcast was as important to my recovery as my exercise. My recovery so far as exceeded even the most optimistic estimates.

I wanted to write Ryan Davis and tell him how much he helped me. Just doing and loving his job. I didn't write him. I felt it was corny, he might never see it, or worse, he might have read it and then get self conscious. Now I wish I wrote it. Even if it was stupid.

RIP Mr Davis.

Damn, man. Just....damn. You need to get this story over to the bomb crew. It's not stupid, it's one of the most touching remembrances I've read from the GB community today.
 
Because god forbid people examine their own mortality when someone extremely young dies unexpectedly?

Your post really didn't come off as if you were doing that.

I never said everyone was fat, or even a majority. If I was fat and in that same age range, I'd be pretty scared too.

Most implies a majority. It appears that while you're not fat, the grasp of the English language is certainly beyond you.
 
I've been trying to write this post all day. It may go on a tangent, so people may think this isn't the place. I'm sorry in advance.

I feel horrible. Of course. Everyone is, I'm 43 years old and I've lost many friends. Even internet friends. Sure internet friends aren't "real" but the emotions we feel are. I have taken some deaths of internet friends hard. I first experience this pre-internet when I ran a local multi-line BBS with door games. The most popular game was Scrabble. I even held local get togethers with real scrabble boards. It got insane. The best player was the 73 year old retired man. We got to be fairly close in real life as well. One day I got home from work and saw he had been logged on to the BBS play Scrabble for 14 hours. He passed away playing on my computer. That hit me hard but for some reason, Ryan Davis' passing is hitting me harder and it is making me feel weird.

As some of you may know, I've been battling heart disease for the past few years.Last year I had a heart attack and was rushed in to have several cardiac artery stents installed.When I woke in recovery, I asked for my ipod and drifted in and out of sleep for the next 16 hours listening to the Giant Bombcast. Ryan Davis' upbeat attitude help me to get past a scary moment in my life. It was like he, and the rest of crew, were reassuring me. Everything was going to be all right. We are still going to be here talking about stuff you love.

I know speculating on Ryan's death is against the rules, Talking about just my case, I was a lot like Ryan before my heart attack. I was morbidly overweight, got out of breath easily, sweat all the time, and while I didn't use a CPAP machine to sleep at night, my doctors were concerned that I should have a sleep study done. After my heart attack, I lost close to 100 pounds, got fit, eating healthy, and exercised. Most of the time went I was on the treadmill I was listening to the Bombcast.

A few months ago, my heart took a significant turn for the worse. I went in for one corrective surgery, only to be woken up and told the surgeons didn't perform it because they didn't believe I could survive it. They told me I had just weeks to live and they were putting me on the transplant recipient list. I had another group of surgeons told inform me they could do the surgery in a different way and my odds of surviving would be 30%. I went in thinking I might never awake. In the recovery icu, my wife had the nurse put my ipod on me. When I awoke, I started my ipod and the first voice I heard was Ryan's cheerful voice "HELLO IT'S TUESDAY!!" Once again telling me that everything was going to be alright. I really believe that he and the rest of the bombcast was as important to my recovery as my exercise. My recovery so far as exceeded even the most optimistic estimates.

I wanted to write Ryan Davis and tell him how much he helped me. Just doing and loving his job. I didn't write him. I felt it was corny, he might never see it, or worse, he might have read it and then get self conscious. Now I wish I wrote it. Even if it was stupid.

RIP Mr Davis.
Someone should tweet this post to the crew. Beautiful stuff.
 
Still not sure if changing my avatar is appropriate, awkward, goofy-as-fuck, or all of the above.

Fuck it...I liked that dude.

Can always change it back later.
 
Oh my god. That's just awful. :(

Genuinely shocking.

I mean, oh my god.
 
I've been trying to write this post all day. It may go on a tangent, so people may think this isn't the place. I'm sorry in advance.

I feel horrible. Of course. Everyone is, I'm 43 years old and I've lost many friends. Even internet friends. Sure internet friends aren't "real" but the emotions we feel are. I have taken some deaths of internet friends hard. I first experience this pre-internet when I ran a local multi-line BBS with door games. The most popular game was Scrabble. I even held local get togethers with real scrabble boards. It got insane. The best player was the 73 year old retired man. We got to be fairly close in real life as well. One day I got home from work and saw he had been logged on to the BBS play Scrabble for 14 hours. He passed away playing on my computer. That hit me hard but for some reason, Ryan Davis' passing is hitting me harder and it is making me feel weird.

As some of you may know, I've been battling heart disease for the past few years.Last year I had a heart attack and was rushed in to have several cardiac artery stents installed.When I woke in recovery, I asked for my ipod and drifted in and out of sleep for the next 16 hours listening to the Giant Bombcast. Ryan Davis' upbeat attitude help me to get past a scary moment in my life. It was like he, and the rest of crew, were reassuring me. Everything was going to be all right. We are still going to be here talking about stuff you love.

I know speculating on Ryan's death is against the rules, Talking about just my case, I was a lot like Ryan before my heart attack. I was morbidly overweight, got out of breath easily, sweat all the time, and while I didn't use a CPAP machine to sleep at night, my doctors were concerned that I should have a sleep study done. After my heart attack, I lost close to 100 pounds, got fit, eating healthy, and exercised. Most of the time went I was on the treadmill I was listening to the Bombcast.

A few months ago, my heart took a significant turn for the worse. I went in for one corrective surgery, only to be woken up and told the surgeons didn't perform it because they didn't believe I could survive it. They told me I had just weeks to live and they were putting me on the transplant recipient list. I had another group of surgeons told inform me they could do the surgery in a different way and my odds of surviving would be 30%. I went in thinking I might never awake. In the recovery icu, my wife had the nurse put my ipod on me. When I awoke, I started my ipod and the first voice I heard was Ryan's cheerful voice "HELLO IT'S TUESDAY!!" Once again telling me that everything was going to be alright. I really believe that he and the rest of the bombcast was as important to my recovery as my exercise. My recovery so far as exceeded even the most optimistic estimates.

I wanted to write Ryan Davis and tell him how much he helped me. Just doing and loving his job. I didn't write him. I felt it was corny, he might never see it, or worse, he might have read it and then get self conscious. Now I wish I wrote it. Even if it was stupid.

RIP Mr Davis.

Please send this to the GB crew, it's something I'm sure Ryan's loved ones would love to read.
 
Examine the fact that you're of similar age and the suddenness of his passing and "consider pheblas" if you want to but leave that weight shit behind. It's extremely disrespectful.
Why? It's extremely relevant. The man has openly admitted he uses a breathing apparatus when he sleeps. How is it at all disrespectful to suggest that some people might be asking because they feel like might be in the same situation?
 
I've been trying to write this post all day. It may go on a tangent, so people may think this isn't the place. I'm sorry in advance.

I feel horrible. Of course. Everyone is, I'm 43 years old and I've lost many friends. Even internet friends. Sure internet friends aren't "real" but the emotions we feel are. I have taken some deaths of internet friends hard. I first experience this pre-internet when I ran a local multi-line BBS with door games. The most popular game was Scrabble. I even held local get togethers with real scrabble boards. It got insane. The best player was the 73 year old retired man. We got to be fairly close in real life as well. One day I got home from work and saw he had been logged on to the BBS play Scrabble for 14 hours. He passed away playing on my computer. That hit me hard but for some reason, Ryan Davis' passing is hitting me harder and it is making me feel weird.

As some of you may know, I've been battling heart disease for the past few years.Last year I had a heart attack and was rushed in to have several cardiac artery stents installed.When I woke in recovery, I asked for my ipod and drifted in and out of sleep for the next 16 hours listening to the Giant Bombcast. Ryan Davis' upbeat attitude help me to get past a scary moment in my life. It was like he, and the rest of crew, were reassuring me. Everything was going to be all right. We are still going to be here talking about stuff you love.

I know speculating on Ryan's death is against the rules, Talking about just my case, I was a lot like Ryan before my heart attack. I was morbidly overweight, got out of breath easily, sweat all the time, and while I didn't use a CPAP machine to sleep at night, my doctors were concerned that I should have a sleep study done. After my heart attack, I lost close to 100 pounds, got fit, eating healthy, and exercised. Most of the time went I was on the treadmill I was listening to the Bombcast.

A few months ago, my heart took a significant turn for the worse. I went in for one corrective surgery, only to be woken up and told the surgeons didn't perform it because they didn't believe I could survive it. They told me I had just weeks to live and they were putting me on the transplant recipient list. I had another group of surgeons told inform me they could do the surgery in a different way and my odds of surviving would be 30%. I went in thinking I might never awake. In the recovery icu, my wife had the nurse put my ipod on me. When I awoke, I started my ipod and the first voice I heard was Ryan's cheerful voice "HELLO IT'S TUESDAY!!" Once again telling me that everything was going to be alright. I really believe that he and the rest of the bombcast was as important to my recovery as my exercise. My recovery so far as exceeded even the most optimistic estimates.

I wanted to write Ryan Davis and tell him how much he helped me. Just doing and loving his job. I didn't write him. I felt it was corny, he might never see it, or worse, he might have read it and then get self conscious. Now I wish I wrote it. Even if it was stupid.

RIP Mr Davis.

Oh man, someone is chopping onions in here. Great tribute.
 
Unreal.

I won't get my weekly "It's Tuuuuuesday..." and we won't get to see Ryan and Jeff do a Quick Look of Saint's Row 4

;_;
 
Yes. Absolutely.

I said this in the other thread, but it's always been hard for me to imagine one of the core four on camera guys leaving. I knew it would happen eventually, or the site would just be retired after so many years, but seemed almost impossible.

This is even more of a shock. And now one of the core four has been forcibly removed. GB will never be the same. If they continue on with the Bombcast (I'm assuming they will?) those first few episodes without "Hey everybody, it's Tuuuesday!" to kick things off will be jarring and make for a pretty sad listen.

This whole thing is effecting me a lot. Can't even imagine how his wife and family feels. Or how Jeff and the rest of the GB gang feels. So sad.

They can add a segment at the start that has a clip of him saying it, will it be the same? no, but it will still be nice to hear.
 
I've been trying to write this post all day. It may go on a tangent, so people may think this isn't the place. I'm sorry in advance.

I feel horrible. Of course. Everyone is, I'm 43 years old and I've lost many friends. Even internet friends. Sure internet friends aren't "real" but the emotions we feel are. I have taken some deaths of internet friends hard. I first experience this pre-internet when I ran a local multi-line BBS with door games. The most popular game was Scrabble. I even held local get togethers with real scrabble boards. It got insane. The best player was the 73 year old retired man. We got to be fairly close in real life as well. One day I got home from work and saw he had been logged on to the BBS play Scrabble for 14 hours. He passed away playing on my computer. That hit me hard but for some reason, Ryan Davis' passing is hitting me harder and it is making me feel weird.

As some of you may know, I've been battling heart disease for the past few years.Last year I had a heart attack and was rushed in to have several cardiac artery stents installed.When I woke in recovery, I asked for my ipod and drifted in and out of sleep for the next 16 hours listening to the Giant Bombcast. Ryan Davis' upbeat attitude help me to get past a scary moment in my life. It was like he, and the rest of crew, were reassuring me. Everything was going to be all right. We are still going to be here talking about stuff you love.

I know speculating on Ryan's death is against the rules, Talking about just my case, I was a lot like Ryan before my heart attack. I was morbidly overweight, got out of breath easily, sweat all the time, and while I didn't use a CPAP machine to sleep at night, my doctors were concerned that I should have a sleep study done. After my heart attack, I lost close to 100 pounds, got fit, eating healthy, and exercised. Most of the time went I was on the treadmill I was listening to the Bombcast.

A few months ago, my heart took a significant turn for the worse. I went in for one corrective surgery, only to be woken up and told the surgeons didn't perform it because they didn't believe I could survive it. They told me I had just weeks to live and they were putting me on the transplant recipient list. I had another group of surgeons told inform me they could do the surgery in a different way and my odds of surviving would be 30%. I went in thinking I might never awake. In the recovery icu, my wife had the nurse put my ipod on me. When I awoke, I started my ipod and the first voice I heard was Ryan's cheerful voice "HELLO IT'S TUESDAY!!" Once again telling me that everything was going to be alright. I really believe that he and the rest of the bombcast was as important to my recovery as my exercise. My recovery so far as exceeded even the most optimistic estimates.

I wanted to write Ryan Davis and tell him how much he helped me. Just doing and loving his job. I didn't write him. I felt it was corny, he might never see it, or worse, he might have read it and then get self conscious. Now I wish I wrote it. Even if it was stupid.

RIP Mr Davis.

So glad everything worked out for you.

Very inspirational.
 
I've been trying to write this post all day. It may go on a tangent, so people may think this isn't the place. I'm sorry in advance.

I feel horrible. Of course. Everyone is, I'm 43 years old and I've lost many friends. Even internet friends. Sure internet friends aren't "real" but the emotions we feel are. I have taken some deaths of internet friends hard. I first experience this pre-internet when I ran a local multi-line BBS with door games. The most popular game was Scrabble. I even held local get togethers with real scrabble boards. It got insane. The best player was the 73 year old retired man. We got to be fairly close in real life as well. One day I got home from work and saw he had been logged on to the BBS play Scrabble for 14 hours. He passed away playing on my computer. That hit me hard but for some reason, Ryan Davis' passing is hitting me harder and it is making me feel weird.

As some of you may know, I've been battling heart disease for the past few years.Last year I had a heart attack and was rushed in to have several cardiac artery stents installed.When I woke in recovery, I asked for my ipod and drifted in and out of sleep for the next 16 hours listening to the Giant Bombcast. Ryan Davis' upbeat attitude help me to get past a scary moment in my life. It was like he, and the rest of crew, were reassuring me. Everything was going to be all right. We are still going to be here talking about stuff you love.

I know speculating on Ryan's death is against the rules, Talking about just my case, I was a lot like Ryan before my heart attack. I was morbidly overweight, got out of breath easily, sweat all the time, and while I didn't use a CPAP machine to sleep at night, my doctors were concerned that I should have a sleep study done. After my heart attack, I lost close to 100 pounds, got fit, eating healthy, and exercised. Most of the time went I was on the treadmill I was listening to the Bombcast.

A few months ago, my heart took a significant turn for the worse. I went in for one corrective surgery, only to be woken up and told the surgeons didn't perform it because they didn't believe I could survive it. They told me I had just weeks to live and they were putting me on the transplant recipient list. I had another group of surgeons told inform me they could do the surgery in a different way and my odds of surviving would be 30%. I went in thinking I might never awake. In the recovery icu, my wife had the nurse put my ipod on me. When I awoke, I started my ipod and the first voice I heard was Ryan's cheerful voice "HELLO IT'S TUESDAY!!" Once again telling me that everything was going to be alright. I really believe that he and the rest of the bombcast was as important to my recovery as my exercise. My recovery so far as exceeded even the most optimistic estimates.

I wanted to write Ryan Davis and tell him how much he helped me. Just doing and loving his job. I didn't write him. I felt it was corny, he might never see it, or worse, he might have read it and then get self conscious. Now I wish I wrote it. Even if it was stupid.

RIP Mr Davis.

Beautiful post.
 
Most implies a majority. It appears that while you're not fat, the grasp of the English language is certainly beyond you.
I never even used the word most in my post. That's why I specifically said a lot. The lack of reading comprehension is more evidently beyond you apparently.

Considering Ryan's age and physical shape and the fact that a lot of GiantBomb listeners are probably in the that same situation health wise, it makes sense that a lot of them are asking because as morbid as it sounds, it is absolutely their business.

You implied that a majority were though:
No I didn't. I use a lot, which doesn't at all imply majority.
 
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