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I have many memories of Ned. He was only 67. 
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Ned was a rock and in the 30 years I knew him his genuine passion for research never waned. The one thing I want to be sure to share is that he LOVED all of the soundtrack label projects, kept them in the library, and he told me that he very often directed students to them for research, not only for the music but because the annotators for the soundtracks offered the best possible resource for information on many, many films. To say he will be missed is an understatement.
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On the night I read Kendall's announcement of Ned's death, I wanted to play something to deal with some of the feelings. For some reason, I got out a Fats Waller collection, and decided on "Black and Blue."
People who know the song can guess what I'm about to say. For those who don't, here's the first lines of the lyric:
"Cold, empty bed
Springs hard as lead
Pains in my head
Feel like old Ned."
That made me smile.
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When I knew him, he always, always, always kept in his shirt pocket a small handful of 3x5 cards. They were from the old card catalog, and he used them to scribble notes.
Some years later, I had to make some small pieces of scratch paper for myself. I remembered those cards in Ned's pocket. I decided to call my cards "Comstocks," after him.
I told him this when I talked to him over the phone. I think I remember him sounding pleased.
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I remember seeing Mr. Comstock's name in CD booklets. Condolences to his friends and family, and may he RIP.
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