I think it's really, really sad that the editors at Slate have decided that getting hits for their web site and views for their ads are far, far more important things than simple consideration for Gary's friends and family.
Gary invented a game. He wasn't a powerful world leader, a multi-millionaire who wielded vast power and influence, or a massive celebrity living in posh comfort. He was pretty much a normal guy who built a hobby into a business, and then into a whole new way to play games.
It's sad that the editors of Slate felt that a few extra advertising dollars are worth borderline slandering the guy. I guess the insult to Gary's family is worth a few bucks for them, worth another little step up in notoriety for the writer.
But that's really what society is about today. We've exchanged human kindness and consideration in our daily interactions for anger, recrimination, and profit. We'd rather have leaders who rise to the top by squashing everyone below them than by uplifting our hopes, hearts, and minds.
I'm sure tomorrow it'll be someone else, a different crowd to rile up. If I could wave a magic wand, I'd make it so that noboby bothered to read the article, and we all forgot it and its author even existed. That'd be the sweetest revenge we could make on Gary's behalf.