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I didn't know Bray Wyatt — not even a little bit. Never met him. Never interviewed him. Never had him sign something for me. Obviously his sudden and untimely passing is terrible for his friends and co-workers, and particularly terrible for his family, his wife, his young children. I am not one of those people. I sympathize, of course, but what I'm feeling now is more than just the abstract empathy of strangers, where the only thing to say is the tired, rote entreaty to cherish the time spent with your loved ones (as though this is something I would ever forget to do).