Charles Lawrence Katz [he would roll his eyes at this formality] was a sibling rival, a painter, a son, an inveterate party-crasher, a healer, a student, an artist, a conspiracy theorist (he at least questioned authority and agendas) a lover, an optimist and a friend. There was something a little mercurial about him - he was often everywhere, sometimes scattered like the element, and he always had something very important to communicate. Quite simply Charles had a meaningful and memorable impact on hundreds of people and died at the age of 51 on January 5, 2008.