Aaron Joseph Purmort had brain cancer - it was terminal.
But rather than giving up and living his last days out in misery and sadness, the 35-year-old let his ability to see the brighter side shine through.
The product of his great sense of humour is this fantastic obituary, which he penned with his wife, Nora shortly before his death.
Purmort, Aaron Joseph age 35, died peacefully at home on November 25 after complications from a radioactive spider bite that led to years of crime-fighting and a years long battle with a nefarious criminal named Cancer, who has plagued our society for far too long.
Civilians will recognize him best as Spider-Man, and thank him for his many years of service protecting our city.
His family knew him only as a kind and mild-mannered Art Director, a designer of websites and t-shirts, and concert posters who always had the right cardigan and the right thing to say (even if it was wildly inappropriate).
Aaron was known for his long, entertaining stories, which he loved to repeat often. In high school, he was in the band The Asparagus Children, which reached critical acclaim in the northern suburbs.
As an adult, he graduated from the College of Visual Arts (which also died an untimely death recently) and worked in several agencies around Minneapolis, settling in as an Interactive Associate Creative Director at Colle + McVoy. Aaron was a comic book aficionado, a pop-culture encyclopedia and always the most fun person at any party.
He is survived by his parents Bill and Kim Kuhlmeyer, father Mark Purmort (Patricia, Autumn, Aly), sisters Erika and Nicole, first wife Gwen Stefani, current wife Nora and their son Ralph, who will grow up to avenge his father's untimely death.
Nora Purmort, who started the blog My Husband's Tumor to document their time together, wrote of the obituary: "I've never laughed and cried more in one sitting. But I'm so glad we got to do this. I love this man so damn much."
The night we met, Aaron slid on his knees across a dance floor to deliver two beers to @lillyj3 and me. I laughed so hard I could barely breathe. On our first date, he grabbed my hand and dragged me to the dance floor during the Mayer Hawthorne show at The Varsity. As a gangly Caucasian girl, being forced to dance in public is basically a form of assault, but he made me laugh, spun me in circles and under his arm, and I didn't care if anyone was looking at me. Do you understand what I'm saying? He made me literally DANCE LIKE NOBODY WAS WATCHING. He was a living, breathing decorative sign from TJ Maxx. This photo is from Lil and Alex's wedding, when we took turns wearing #ralphiegrams in the Ergobaby and burned up the dance floor all night long (10:30 PM). It's perfect. Thank you for capturing this, Justine. And thank you Aaron for making me dance.
Evidently, the world will be a darker place without such a super hero.
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