Three years ago on Tuesday, I lost my brother.

Well, I didn't really lose him.

I know exactly where his ashes are, and his eyes now belong to a grandma, and his skin is still walking around on a burn victim. He couldn't give away most of his physical body. David had epilepsy and therefore, he was on a lot of drugs.

David was a stand up comedian. He opened for everyone from The Temptations to Adam Sandler. He had been on Comedy Central's Comics Come Home three times (or was it four?), and he was named the funniest man in Wisconsin twice, (or was it three times?). If you are ever near an art house theater - his first, last, and only movie is called "Making Revolution" - and it's worth the price of a ticket.

NeverQuit Comedy Productions was David's production company. He brokered comedians in his spare time. Especially rising comedians. David's logo - a comic of his face- is what you see when you see my name on the board.

That was David's motto, NeverQuit. David and his close friend, a guy named Chris Farley, were supposed to head for New York together. That's when David had his first seizure. Chris went on to Saturday Night Live and David went on living, ...with epilepsy.

Chris died from an overdose of illegal drugs. Sometimes, I wonder if Dave died from an underdose of legal drugs.

They are buried in the same cemetary.

I miss my little brother.

His autograph is framed on a poster on my wall. The poster was signed by Victoria Jackson, George Wendt, Jim Breuer, Dave Chappelle, Wanda Sykes, Tim Meadows, Kevin Bozeman, Bob Saget and so many others.

And the only signature that matters is David's.

He signed the poster "NeverQuit".

And in my darkest hour, I'll NeverQuit.

I'll think about David on Tuesday. Not a day goes by when I don't think about him.

And I'll smile. He'd want me to.