February 23rd, 2025 the world lost my little brother. At 37, none of us expected to never hear his voice again, to not get to experience his no holds barred sarcasm again, and to never receive a text with such a perfectly absurd visual description that you couldn't help but actually laugh out loud. It doesn't feel real that we would lose him so suddenly. He was chaotic in the best way (which I guess is why this feels like an Irish goodbye) and one of the most loyal people you could ever have on your side. The world is a more boring place without him.

As with most 30-somethings, he did not have life insurance (and maybe he thought he would live forever out of pure spite), and unfortunately the reality is that dying is weirdly expensive. Please help me say goodbye to the best younger sibling someone could break a window for.