This morning, Scott Adams’ first wife Shelly appeared on Coffee With Scott Adams—alone. Scott Adams has passed away. Several of us including Jack Posobiec joined her live to grieve. Jack led us all in the first “Simultaneous Sip” without Scott.
The life of Scott Adams impacted billions. U.S. history’s turns for the better would not have gone as they did in the last decade without Scott’s direct influence. Much of that remains shrouded in privacy. While Scott might not have boasted about this publicly, it’s likely that he saved millions of lives if not hundreds of millions—from lifting the hopeless out of depression with life-changing hypnotic reframes, to bringing his once-in-a-civilization influence directly to the President of Peace, Donald J. Trump.
I myself experienced the stage-four cancer diagnosis, decline, and death of my mother in 2015. Scott’s story, from public acknowledgment of his prostate cancer diagnosis last May through his passing this morning, followed a similar trajectory. And feel similar, it did; Scott was like a parent. We called him “Internet Dad.”
And we forever will. Not just this generation but generations to come.
Scott Adams was the Mark Twain of King Solomons. On January 13th, 4026—a full two millennia from today—someone somewhere will be discovering Scott Adams’ work for the first time in their life. And it will change their life, forever.
“‘I’m asking that you pay it forward as best as you can. That’s the legacy I want: Be useful,’” Shelly read from Scott’s final statement this morning. “‘And please know . . . I loved you all to the very end. Scott Adams.”
We love you, too.
