I'm genuinely sad. My mother and I actually met him once two years ago in the food quart at our local Costco - it turns out he lived in my town. He approached us because he was fascinated with the design of my mother's key chain and he wanted to know if the Costco cookie was any good. He struck me as a very unique and creative guy who had never stopped being curious about the world, and he seemed very sharp and fit for his age. R.I.P.