Matt Mattox Obituary, Death – I am inconsolable since my good friend Matt Mattox has passed away. I have been listening to his favorite band while mentally running over all of the reasons why Matt out of all the people dying is the most tragic, and I have also been basically indulging in the harshness and unfairness of the situation. Then I had a conversation with Jordi. And he succeeded in making me chuckle. After that, he reminded me that no matter what crass joke he told (keep in mind that I was in the throes of my grief at this point), Matt would have enjoyed it. It made something within me become accessible.
A recollection of the many reasons why Matt was my friend. Not because he was a wonderful father, a dedicated son, or an avid supporter of the natural world (almost annoyingly, but not quite). The reason for this is that if there is anyone who would make you laugh at a funeral, it would be Matt. If there is anyone who would joke with you about how long you should wait before asking the deceased person for your books back, it would be Matt.
If there’s anyone who could find humor in the fact that they heard it from the mortician, it would be them. HELLO, I AM MATT. There were no images of Matt that I could find on my phone. Even though he was one of the 10 individuals who were invited to the very secret, socially irresponsible, yet nonetheless socially distant outdoor joint 40th birthday party that my husband and I threw in 2020, we took no photos of the event. (He really had his very first marijuana brownie at that party, which is interesting to note.) I should have taken a picture of that, but I forgot.)
I went to my texts with Matt when everyone else was seated in their memory scrolls.
When I was reading our past conversations, I couldn’t help but laugh out loud, and I thought it would be funny to retell some of the funniest moments as my feeble tribute to his memory. But obviously, these were private texts between you and Matt, which are TOTALLY unsuitable for public consumption. It is likely to irritate this particular group of individuals, that particular relative, and possibly even the memory of a certain family pet dog.
In light of this, as I get ready to honor Matt’s memory, which will not involve any form of physical item, I intend to do so by incorporating Matt’s perspective on life. to chuckle in the same way that dad would laugh, to say “mhmmm” when I know he would, to roll my eyes or shake my head downward when I know he would do any of those things, and so on. Therefore, despite the fact that I have shed many tears this week, if by any chance (please let there be a chance) you see me laughing this week, I know that Matt will be in on the joke because he is always one step ahead of me.