The news of Seth's passing yesterday feels like a GNYC essay in its early stages, unformed and embryonic--not real until it's published on this site for the world to see. I type this on the first morning the world has woken up without him in it. When this is done and I hit the fated PUBLISH button, maybe it'll feel more real then.
I'm not writing an eulogy about him. That's a Post Mortem. I prefer Post Scripts (P.S.) for two reasons: it denotes there will be a correspondence back, and it provides an additional bit of information. So, rather than discuss my feelings over losing my best friend and brother--feelings I know countless others share in our own right--let me give you some extra things to know about our much-missed Mr. Kushner.
- I was the guilt-ridden Catholic, he was the neurotic Jew. That was our crimefighting moniker.
- When we went to Chicago to interview Alex Ross, Chris Ware, Jeffrey Brown, Jill Thompson, and Brian Azzarello, Seth convinced me to take the rental dealership up on a bigger car--which I found out I had trouble maneuvering. To top it off, the GPS he brought was so old it was practically dial-up, and we had to rely on his iPhone. It's pretty damn funny to picture him juggling that and the ancient GPS.
- At Chris Ware's house, my head knocked a small chandelier in Chris's library, and we fumbled to get it back on while Chris stepped out to the bathroom. We thought we got it righted before Chris came back in, looked at us, and went "You hit that chandelier, huh? Happens all the time." The recorder was still running, and the audio is classic.
- We wrapped the trip up with catching a movie right before the flight back. Rango was the only thing playing, and Seth was jazzed to be able to finally get out to see a movie (something that rarely happens with parents of young kids). I thought it was great: then I heard snoring in the seat next to me and knew I'd have to fill Seth in later.
- I was interviewing Brian Michael Bendis, one of Seth's biggest heroes, and Seth couldn't help but fanboy out. It was kind of awesome.
- After Seth was diagnosed with Leukemia and in the hospital, we'd talk every few days. On one of those talks, I was having a meltdown over an ex-girlfriend. Seth's words: "She's not worth it. Take it from a guy spending his days in a hospital bed."
It was all well played, my brother. I miss you terribly now. When this all finishes sinking in, I know I'll somehow continue to miss you even more than I thought possible. It still seems impossible to me that we won't go see Star Wars: Episode VII together, or have that shipping party for Schmuck, read the upcoming book New York Comics for our French publisher together (okay, we wouldn't read it: neither of us could handle French. Proof in my mangling of bonjour as witnessed above) or be neighbors again when I finally get my ass back up to Brooklyn.
It's funny, but Seth's immortalizing all of these creators in photo form helped immortalize him in our hearts, minds, and the greater scope of comics history. We always planned on keeping GNYC up as a resource for comics historians and lovers around. I never thought it would become a way of keeping him alive through his work.
And that makes me more proud of this work than ever before.
But that's for down the road. Right now, please pitch in to help his amazing wife, Terra, and their son, Jackson, cope with staggering medical expenses by contributing to their Go Fund Me.
And, Seth, I look forward to hearing back from you one day. Right now, I'm going to hit PUBLISH for you, and see if it makes all of this real. Hopefully, it won't.