Drew McWeeny, as is often the case, remembers someone notable in a tender, curious and above all respectful way:

I never got a chance to see the short he directed five or six years ago, and I hadn't seen him or spoken to him in probably a decade when I heard the news today. I was immediately hit by a wave of regret, because I always assumed I'd have a chance to reconnect with him at some point. He was one of those guys who could pick up a conversation years later like no time had passed, and who always seemed to be getting one step closer to figuring out his place in the world.

Sage Stallone was 36.