TV Squad mourns the loss of a friend

Folks, I encourage you to go over to my “main gig”, TV Squad, today. We’re paying tribute to Adam Finley, one of the biggest contributors to the site; he died Thursday morning after he was hit by a school bus while riding his bike. No one found out until Saturday; Adam didn’t have any ID on him, and the medical examiner’s office finally identified him via the serial number off his iPod. He was only 30.

We’re foregoing news today and just posting our favorite posts from Adam, who had a love of animation, Amy Sedaris, and had a really wicked sense of humor. In my assistant editor’s role at TVS, I sometimes clashed with Adam over the obscurity of what he posted. But I always enjoyed what he wrote, especially when he created fictional conversations between two people, or himself and God, or himself and a can. Yes, he’s “talked” to God and a can.

You’ll be missed, Adam.

5 thoughts on “TV Squad mourns the loss of a friend

  1. If you ever read Adam’s posts, Roger, you’d have probably found a lot in common with Roger. As an editor he drove me nuts sometimes, but he was the only writer on the TVS crew who consistently made me laugh out loud. I was all set to meet him when during my Minneapolis trip in July, but he backed out at the last second. *Sigh*. A guy who is as good a writer as he was is someone I definitely would have liked to meet in person.

  2. Birth is a beginning and death a destination;
    But life is a journey.
    A going, a growing from stage to stage:
    From childhood to maturity, From innocence to awareness and ignorance to knowing;
    From foolishness to discretion and then perhaps, to wisdom. From grief to understanding, from fear to faith;
    From defeat to defeat to defeat, until, looking backward or ahead:
    We see that victory lies not at some high place along the way,
    But in having made the journey, stage by stage, a sacred pilgrimage. Made stage by stage… To life everlasting.

    by Alvin Fine

  3. Oh weird…Walt, my grandfather wrote that poem! Rabbi Alvin Fine was my grandpa (he passed away when I was in college).

    How strange to read such an upsetting post but then be comforted by my grandfather’s writing.

  4. There must be a G-d!
    I found it only by chance, when I was googling something I had written. I had no way of knowing Rabbi Fine was your grandfather, but I found his words to be far more superior than my clumsy effort. Your grandfather must have been a very wise man.

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