Monty was the first real person whose death actually affected me. Up until February 2015, I had lived my 17 year life fortunate enough to not have experienced the passing of a loved one or friend. I remember that part of the day vividly, I was driving home from school, thinking about the news of the previous day, when Monty went into a coma. All I could think about was going home, turning on my computer and finding that Monty had woken up and everything was fine. I considered the opposite, but brushed it off thinking that it could never happen. And then I got home and opened up YouTube to see that dreaded video from The Know. Watching it, I was speechless, mouth agape in shock. Surely, I was having a nightmare; this couldn't be happening. I watched the video again and again. It was real. I spent the next week in grief, going to school as usual, but constantly having Monty on my mind. Of course I didn't tell anyone else, because I thought I would sound stupid, grieving over a person who I wasn't related to, I'd never spoken to, or even had seen in real life. But Monty and all of Rooster Teeth, was and still is, a part of me, and on that day a part of that part of me died. It wasn't until I found Monty's mantra of "keep moving forward" that I started to recover from his passing. Sometimes, I think that Monty knew that his days on Earth were limited...


Goodbye Monty, and thank you.