Sadness.

I saw "Mr. and Mrs. Smith" today.

The movie was okay (part of the problem with seeing movies that you worked on is that nothing's a surprise. I was sitting there thinking "Oh, it's about time for them to get stuck in the shed - boy that was a shitty day"), but it made me sad.

"Mr. and Mrs. Smith" was the last movie that my friend Keith worked on (he was Best Boy Electric on first unit) before he died of cancer in October of 2004.

That movie was the last time that I got to spend with him. He was so much fun to work with - he had a wicked sense of humor, and only hired people who 'got it', so every day was a riot.

He did a dead-on impression of Eric Cartman, and would launch into these hilarious and completely filthy tirades over the walkie-talkie using Cartman's voice. I ruined more that one sound take on more than one movie by laughing at whatever Keith was spewing into my headset.

I can't do him justice in a blog post, so I won't even try.

He was an amazing person, and I'm so grateful that I knew him at all.

I knew seeing his name was going to make me sad - but as it rolled past in the credits, I lost it and bawled like a baby.

A woman sitting behind me leaned forward, tapped me on the shoulder and said "Oh, c'mon.. it wasn't that bad."

That's something Keith would have said.