I just found out. He was from Seattle. I met him in a bar in Minneapolis. Seahawks football brought us together. He called me Steve Largent for years. He was a punk rock skateboard kinda person. One of his favorite memories was Steve Largent visiting his school as a kid. He had a spinal condition as a boy (pretty sure it was the same one Largent's kid has). He told me that story at least 15 times. I gave him a Seahawks wristband once and he acted like I had given him a thousand dollars. Whenever our paths crossed he would squawk 'Go Seahawks!' Anyway, he spent his last year living in Hawaii and kayaking and sailing. Died of some diabetes shit at the age of 35. No Godspeeds nor thoughts and prayers, please. Just enjoy Seahawks football this weekend like I know you will, everybody. The Seahawks and our friendships are some of the best things happening.
Oh. His name was Ethan Rice, on the off chance anybody from Seattle knew him.