We loathe a lot of people here at Gawker, mostly because we recognize that humanity is irreversibly doomed and the future holds nothing but Kim Kardashian dancing in six-inch stilettos on the graves of the poor. (Silver lining: Well-aerated grave grass.)

Gawker friend Aaron Jamison—who approached his own terminal cancer with a wry and sometimes morbid sense of joy, starting with his plan to sell ads on his own cremation urn to help defray the costs of his medical bills—passed away last weekend. His wife Kristin has written an appreciation of her husband that can be…

Terminal cancer patient Aaron Jamison has hung on longer than anyone expected. We first met him last year, when he was selling ad space on his cremation urn in order to help his soon-to-be-widowed wife pay the bills. You, the generous Gawker readership, helped them out. Earlier this summer, we heard that Aaron did not…

We first became familiar with terminal cancer patient and all-around loveable guy Aaron Jamison last year, when we heard about his plan to sell advertising space on his cremation urn in order to help his wife pay the bills after he died. You, the Gawker readers, chipped in to help Aaron and his wife Kristin, and they …

We met Aaron Jamison last April, when he was selling ads on his cremation urn to help his wife pay medical bills connected to his terminal cancer. Many of you chipped in to help him. He has a small request.

In April we brought you the heartbreaking story of Aaron Jamison, a young man with terminal cancer who was selling advertising space on his cremation urns. Readers stepped up to help. We asked Aaron for an update; his note, below.

Last week we brought you the heartbreaking story of Aaron Jamison, the terminally ill man selling ad space on his cremation urn in order to raise money to keep his wife out of debt. Well, he succeeded.