Todd Moore Obituary, Death Cause – When we was 14, we had an experience that most people in their lifetime will never have. When we came to, the doctor told me, “I ought to be dead,” and then he asked me whether we was familiar with the condition of diabetes. This is perhaps one of the reasons why I’ve always had an interest in something as certain and unfathomable as death. We’ve owned a variety of artworks linked to death, references to memento mori, the entire form of a reaper tattooed on my back, and many other items that are related to death.
When friends pass away suddenly, especially three diabetic friends in the span of just this year, I can’t help but think about mortality once more. Or, to be more precise, the impermanence of our life as we struggle through adulthood while simultaneously ignoring the possibility of an early demise. Everyone who knew Todd Moore had nothing but love for him. Throughout the years, we shared a number of distinct incarnations of our lives with a large number of our friends.
From doing anything we wanted downtown for a few years to house parties to the local hood rat car culture in the early 2000s, our nights out were filled with a variety of activities. Over the years, Todd and I have had far too many chats about our respective medical concerns; nonetheless, these conversations are vital when dealing with sh*t that the vast majority of people cannot relate to, and as a result, you bond over it.
We were always able to make each other laugh over diabetes or other sh*t (and of course, he made a lot of people grin throughout the years), or the unexpected entertainment that was provided by the street racing days, or later the pubs that we went or worked in. It’s possible that this piece, along with many others like it, is a form of catharsis or therapy for the author every time someone passes away far too young, but it certainly helps.