“This is Maggie Pittman and Mark is my father. He would probably disapprove of me feeding the masses this information, but he taught me to always speak and seek the truth. He was not murdered. I do appreciate and understand your thinking and would probably think the same in other circumstances. However, he was not murdered.

“He suffered from heart disease for many years and while this is extremely sudden and a loss for everyone, it is no conspiracy. The only truth is that his body suffered while his mind kept on evolving always ahead of the pack. I wish everyone could know his hearty and always available laugh, his wisdom and his sense of righteousness and his total commitment to me and my family.

“I feel truly truly blessed to have this amazing man as my father and will do everything I can to make sure others follow suit and keep fighting on. I loved him more than anything in this entire world and I will miss him for the rest of my life. Thank you for your kind words, i know my dad would get a HUGE kick out of the Tyler Durden reference. He was Tyler Durden before there was a Tyler Durden. Thank you again and keep on.’’

That’s what Maggie told the world about her father. What father wouldn’t want his daughter to say that about him?

Lay me down in a wooded field*

Plant a bush above my head Lay me Lay me down Don’t go writing on my grave I’ve said it all before the end Lay me Lay me down

When I’m dead
Please don’t philosophize
Or feel regret
Just remember me when I said
I had one hell of a life
One hell of a life
I had one hell of a life

Throw my ashes to the wind
Watch them blow into the sea
Throw me
Throw me in
You can cry up there on the cliff
Scream to heaven work your grief
Throw me
Throw me in

When I’m dead
Please don’t philosophize
Or feel regret
Just remember me when I said
I had one hell of a life
One hell of a life
I had one hell of a life

Fear and guilt accumulate
At times you’ve a right to deal with it
Maybe
Maybe now
You can live your life under endless weight
Or build it high on the present tense
Maybe
Maybe now

When we’re dead
They won’t philosophize
Or feel regret
They’ll remember us when we said
We had one hell of a life
One hell of a life
We had one hell of a life

Mark Pittman was my brother, and I will never forget him. Nor will I ever be able to repay him for all he did for me, for all he meant to me, for the fire he passed on to me. And as all of you are my witnesses I will carry on in his spirit and do my part to make this world that ideal world that Mark dreamed of. And I’m asking you all to help me. We’re going to have fun doing it. Because, damn it, there is no better reason: Mark Pittman would have wanted us to.

The rest, my friends, is bullshit.


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*“One Hell of a Life’’ by Katell Keineg.

Dean Starkman Dean Starkman runs The Audit, CJR's business section, and is the author of The Watchdog That Didn't Bark: The Financial Crisis and the Disappearance of Investigative Journalism (Columbia University Press, January 2014).

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