It’s a bit, I don’t know, irritating…disgusting…to see the story of my friend Tom Sparks’s tragic recent passing plastered with the tag “Exclusive” in Daniel Frankel’s story at The Wrap.  I don’t really know what “exclusivity” there is to claim here.  The story is the story.  But I’m a bit close to matters, obviously.  And this is to say nothing of the misleading aspect of the story, painting controversy for the sake of a headline.

I haven’t written about Tom, mainly because it’s been too difficult to think about, truly one of the most wonderful people I’ve ever known, struck down freakishly and unfairly a mere 33 years into his life, two months after marrying his longtime sweetheart, his life only starting…and then, gone.  And I can’t think about it now.  Too many funerals.

I said goodbye to Tom last night in West Los Angeles and I do it again here.  You should still be here.  Certainly more than a guy like me.  And everything in my heart goes out to you, Kate.  Everything.