A friend of mine died this morning - I got the phone call around 11 AM. The only thing I could say was, "Oh my god." I said it over and over.
I met him at work four years ago. He was funny, smart, sarcastic, kind, and loved music. He was my connection to Chicago and we would talk about how much we missed it and how there was no better radio station than WXRT.
He had been sick with the flu this past week and missed a few days of work, but there was no other indication that anything else was wrong. He died in his sleep, so I do not believe he suffered.
He was 35 years old. His name was Chris.