The concept behind this book is pretty brilliant. It couples Spalding Gray's last monologue, speeches from two memorial services held in his honor, and an obituary--in essence, more monologues about Gray but written by various artists, writers, friends, and members of his family. But, with a couple of exceptions, including that of his stepdaughter, none of the other writers compare to Gray himself, and at the book's dullest points, I was completely aware that I was reading a transcript from a funeral, as painful as that sounds.