Today I am faced with a dilemma the likes of which I have never known. My life has been made demonstrably worse because of the passing of a man I never knew. I have followed Ryan Davis and the rest of the Giantbomb crew for the last seven years of my life. Every week I listen to the podcasts, and I watch the videos. Yet, now the host who’s whose charm and wit entertained me endlessly, whose simultaneously abrasive and endearing humor has molded my own, is gone. I keep hoping that someone will tell me it was all a mistake, that all of my favorite sites are wrong. That Ryan is going to come back from his honeymoon next Monday and tell a story about how out of hand his after party got. But that moment is not coming and I don’t know what to do.
Ryan was a constant in my life, a friend to hang out with for a couple of hours a week. He made me laugh, and he was one of the only people whose humor was so universal that I could share it with my friends who do not play games. His segments did not need to be qualified as game videos because they were funny and entertaining anyway. I mean hell; the man drank breast milk in public and then continued a live show without missing a beat. I will miss the hell out of his hosting and his stage presence. I wish I could have met him in person, but it seems that waiting till the next PAX is no longer an option.
I don’t know how to mourn a person who I have never met, but posting this seemed like the right thing to do. Maybe now I will be able to sleep. Rest in Peace Ryan. You are missed.