Aaron Traywick is dead, and his memory has been haunting me more than I would have expected. I don't care to comment on his controversial approach. I met Aaron about a year ago at a conference, and had a couple of enthusiastic conversations with him there. He was always fasting. We connected a few times over the past year, shared some phone calls, a few meetings. He had a way of pausing, and then laughing at himself. He was funny. This spring at SXSW I shared a drink with him, and probed him about his passion for life-extension. I uncovered more emotion than I anticipated. I saw him once more about a month later. I felt that Aaron wanted to fight suffering like it was a hateful enemy. I wanted to understand him. I think Aaron wanted people be able to fight death like it was out to kill them. RIP Aaron.