Once, I spent 3 days awake because the most incredible person I ever knew was standing on the edge of the Grand Canyon like some kind of poetic justice in his brilliance that inspired me to change my entire life for better or worse. He'd given more to this place than anyone I'd ever met. It wasn't the fact I was terrified he'd die there, it was his passion for existence that inspired me. Chris' death inspired people ~ what in your simpleton worlds could be wrong with others seeking life from one man's death?