So I read this at 6 AM this morning and went from shock, to overcome with emotion, to "get it together Bryan" in about a minute.
I stayed with Jason for 10 days in 2010 when I was in Oz. I remember playing with Brad, his son, on the floor of their living room. The kid was adorable.
Jason was by far one of the most positive, happiest guys I've met. He was so upbeat about everything: the kids at Churchie, the family in Brisbane, and even his love of refereeing was beyond anything I could even attempt to replicate. The man, from what I remember, was one fit, happy, bag of good times. He was so happy; I was there around the time of Brad's baptism, and the family couldn't have been happier.
I'm going to ask that folks refrain from posting anything for a while. My thoughts are with Jason's family right now. This isnt the place for explaining things like this; the focus should be on his family, not on the event itself.