From Greg Hajic

Morgan was more than everything I could have hoped for in a co-worker and a friend. His knowledge, wit, attitude, playfulness, selflessness, openness, compassion and caring were things I basked in and could never get enough of. Morgan will be forever in my heart and mind and it makes me smile to think of him. I am privileged to have known him and am a better person for it.

From Eric Marcus

I hadn’t seen Morgan in ten years…since the summer of ’99 in Seattle. Such a wonderful guy, so easy to talk to, and to laugh with. I’ve always been sorry I didn’t keep in closer contact with him after college, now of course even more so. Someone already mentioned that he had a great laugh. I think of him as having both a keen eye for, and a forgiving, affectionate attitude towards what was absurd in himself and others. His laugh was never mean-spirited, and as likely to be directed at himself as anyone else.

I had a fond memory; I hope it’s not inappropriate. On the night before we graduated from college, we had been at a party in the Stadium dorm. On our way out, we engaged in what can fairly be described as a harmless (or, in any case, victimless) prank (it involved a washing machine). Afterwards, when we were leaving the building, we saw a police car racing into the parking lot towards our exit, and so we turned around and ran back into the building, through the length of it, then out the other side. Another police car was just pulling up to that side of the building, and we were starting to panic. Morgan suggested we just turn around and walk calmly back inside. We did, and an officer ran towards us shouting ‘did you see two guys running through here?’. Morgan said, ‘Uh, yeah they ran THAT way’ pointing toward the exit we just walked through. Off the poor cop ran…

I was so sad to hear this news.

From Gina Fischer

Obviously Morgan was always in a good mood and smiling, so singling out just a couple memories is difficult.

Some of my favorite memories involve his impersonations of PSB personality Huell Howser. (We both have a closeted love for Huell.) Morgan would sit in his cubicle (right next to mine) and crack me up by saying things Huell said on his tv-show like, "How do you like your medudo?" "What brought you here today?" "Whoa-wee, that is neat!" "Isn't this just the coolest thing you've ever seen?!" in a deep southern Huell-like voice. His imitation was quite good and always amusing.

Morgan would also imitate Huell's physical gestures, most notably, how Huell sticks his microphone in unsuspecting people's faces and asks them dumb questions in his overly-jovial southern accent. It never failed to make me giggle. (If you've seen Huell's show before, you'll understand why this is so funny.)

Morgan was just so content and carefree and it made life in the frigid office we work in that much better.

He was always willing to share a hilarious joke or a funny news story, to help ease the boredom of the workday, especially if he thought I would have an interest in it. He was so thoughtful and funny, and that's what I love about Morgan. I'll probably never have a boss who is just so cool.

I love and miss Morgan dearly. My thoughts go out to his family, who I know he loved so much!

From Susan Mitchell

Morgan never said an unkind word about anyone, I don't think, except for the guy who borrowed his jacket once and left permanent B.O. in it. That really pissed him off.

I helped Morgan move from Seattle to Santa Barbara. The first night in SB we went to Don's Cocktails (which was decorated for the upcoming holidays with a bunch of haggard Christmas lights on a forklift parked outside, so Morgan quickly named it The Home of the Decorated Forklift). A lady came in with a cake for the bartender's birthday, which had been a couple of weeks ago. She lifted the foil to reveal a chocolate cake with yellow icing reading HAPPY BIRTH! and shrugged and told the bartender she'd run out of room. And then she handed him some plates and forks and left. Morgan and I merrily served cake to the other folks at the bar, and ever since on our birthdays we've wished each other a very HAPPY BIRTH!

Also on that trip we were sleeping in a clutterfilled room and it was giving us both the willies, like we worried we'd knock something over or something would fall on us. One morning I woke up to the sound of him giggling across the room which made me start giggling and it turned out that he had woken up and looked up towards the skylight, searching for a noncluttered spot, and only then noticed that even the skylight was cluttered, with some sort of melted rainbow dreamcatching doodad stuck to it, but Morgan said all he saw was a "technicolor turd."

I hope these stories make you smile and laugh, but right now they are making me cry.

Love to Sarah and Andy and your parents.

From Laurie Bridges

I wanted to add this strip of pictures because this photo was taken around 2 a.m. on one evening in 2006. I met Morgan at a UW Lib Science gathering and we hit it off instantly -- I however, lived in Corvallis, Oregon (small). One weekend my two friends and I decided we wanted to have a weekend of Ikea and fun in Seattle. So, we stayed at Mogan's house (what a wonderful view) and he took us out for the evening. He said he'd heard about a really good DJ he wanted to check out. So, we got to this little dance club around 11 p.m. and there was hardly anybody there. Perhaps the crowd varied between 20-30 people. We drank and laughed a lot and Morgan was not afraid to dance (he really got into it!). We all remember that night because with us on the dance floor was two sad clowns (one on stilts) who were dancing as if they weren't in clown outfits...one bmx biker who was doing tricks on his bike in the middle of the dance floor...and one guy with some bongos slung around his neck playing amidst all the dancers. Morgan was so fun that night (and always) and around 2:00 my girlfriends and I decided to go to the photbooth, but of course Morgan couldn't resist sticking his head in!

He'll truly be missed. What a wonderful person and dear friend. I'll never forget him.

From Sarah Cowles

Morgan and I used to share a room in Michigan and we had this funny 70's bunk bed that had a double bed on top and single on the bottom, and it was made of vinyl covered pipes and you could buy them at some store in Chicago; this was some proto-IKEA furniture concept. anyway, we would go to bed and then start talking and making up stories and laughing so hard we couldn't breathe, and Morgan proposed finally that we engage in a "Quiet Contest" to stop all of this giggling. I of course lost, time and time again to Morgan.

From Catherine Brozowski

Morgan and i both moved to Santa Barbara two years ago. He quickly became my hiking and drinking buddy, and we loved to compare Santa Barbara's miniature downtown to our former lives in Seattle. He loved to be outdoors and we explored some great hiking trails together. He also rode on my bike-to-work team, and Morgan was always our strongest rider, earning us the most points!! He lived his life well, and while i am devastated about this news, I am relieved to know he died doing something he loved.

To his girlfriend Katheryn - you lit up his world!
To his sister, mom and dad - my heart breaks for you, for him, for the enormous loss.