In memory of co-worker Todd

I was shocked to learn of a former co-worker's death tonight.  Over the last two hours or so, I've found that several of my memories of Todd involved music.  Among them:

• I remember him imitating the retro keyboard part of Luscious Jackson's "Here."  Its throwback pattern would have been at home on the radio during the late '70s, and his imitation captured that.
• Todd's eclectic mix tape of his life in song, recorded in the mid '90s, contained an interesting preface.  He recorded himself calling Pizza Hut, ordering bread sticks, asking if it would be OK to pick them up, and stressing that he hoped they weren't greasy because "I don't respond well to grease." It was an amusing, offbeat way to kick off a musical summary of his life.
• One afternoon, Todd was leaving work as I was arriving.  We were startled to see that, without planning it, we'd both worn t-shirts with the cover of the Beatles album, "Rubber Soul," on them.  Todd remarked, "I suppose if a third person shows up wearing this shirt, we'll be able to say, 'Brethren!'"

Todd was a good person, easy to work with, and always willing to help his co-workers.  Here's hoping that he's able to hear all of the "Rubber Soul" tracks and other music he wants in the afterlife--and that all the bread sticks he consumes will be free of grease.