04/03/2026
This is really hard to write.
Sam Kieth was my friend. Not just an artist I represented — my friend, my brother. And I’m going to miss him so much it hurts.
I keep thinking about the little things… the way he’d start a call with “How’s my timing?” like clockwork. The long talks about comics, artists, movies. We argued about Coen Brothers films — he loved A Serious Man, I hated it. We talked about our shared loved of Frank Frazetta, early Arthur Suydam, Berni Wrightson. You could hear it in how he talked, how much it all meant to him.
Sam was one of the kindest people I’ve ever known. Almost too kind. He never wanted to charge for autographs, always wanted to give people more than they asked for. I’ll never forget one convention — two fans asked for different characters, so he drew both on one piece of paper. When they said they weren’t together, he just tore it in half and gave each of them a piece. It shocked all of us that Sam just tore it in half but I just had to laugh at it. Sam just being Sam.
He hated the spotlight. Truly didn’t understand why people loved his work the way they did. I saw fans come up to him crying, telling him how much his art meant to them… and it honestly shook him. He never thought he deserved that.
I keep thinking about our last conversation. When he told me he was sick. I wanted to go see him, just sit and talk like we always did. But he didn’t want me to remember him like that. That’s who he was…even then, thinking about other people.
Sam wasn’t just someone I worked with. He was family to me. I’m going to miss you, brother. More than I can say.
Rest in peace.