Thanks, Adam the Woo (David Adam Williams)

By Chrstopher Fusaro
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David Adam WIlliams. August 10, 1974- December 22, 2025.



Adam the Woo didn’t know me. But I knew he existed, and that is what matters the most now that he has died. But knowing he existed sucks even more now, because that man is causing me so much pain in my heart now that he is gone.

I wasn’t into YouTube until 2021. My brother John would spend his time watching YouTube in his leisure time and it was very foreign to me.

“Why do you watch YouTube all the time?” I asked.

“I can learn about everything I want,” he said.

In 2021 I was looking for Halloween inspiration and how to make my own haunts. Needless to say, I went down the YouTube rabbit hole. I was so enthralled by it, I got a premium subscription and I never looked back. Now it’s all I watch.

I started out with the Grimm Life Collective and binge-watched hours and hours of Mike Kolence and Jessica on all their haunted and real crime scene exploits. This led me into other people who celebrated Halloween with Halloween cons and haunted houses throughout the United States, and then ultimately I found Adam the Woo.

Adam drew me in with his calm demeanor—his soothing monotone voice, his love for Disney, the same movies (Pee Wee Herman, Back to the Future), tastes, movie locations, and his documentation of Florida and travel. He once did all four Walt Disney World parks (Magic Kingdom, Epcot, Animal Kingdom, Disney Studios), flew to California, did Disneyland parks, rode rides—all in one day.

His vlog led me to other vloggers through the YouTube algorithm, which I like to call the ecosystem, and I found other vloggers who did similar things. What was great to see is that guys like Justin Scarred, Tampa Jay (Cris the Girl), Jacob the Carpetbagger, Scott on Tape, Daze the Lion, The GIV (German in Venice), Videobob Mosley, Sean Clark, History Hunters… and believe me, there are so many more. But there was something about Adam.

I looked forward to seeing his videos every day. It was a great way to pass the time while I ate lunch, worked a police detail late at night, or watched at home when there were no kids around. It was my time. Adam was an extension and narrator of a life that I longed for with the travels he did—travels that I could not do, due to family obligations, work, or other things.

Then something odd occurred. I became invested in Adam. No, he never asked for money—quite the contrary, he spurned any contributions. Like when he purchased his house, he said do not send anything for his house; it will be returned.

No, I was invested in him emotionally, and I didn’t know that until I saw Jordan, Daze the Lion’s vlog asking if he was really dead. Everything stopped for me, and I became news-driven to find out if this was true. And of course it was true. And then it hit me. I became emotional, cried, and without embarrassment mourned for a man I have never met.

I realized that I looked forward to his videos and adventures. Just watching his video of his plane flight over the vast swaths of land far below as he flew to a new adventure. I was curious about the abandoned building he explored or travels to areas I never knew existed. But mostly I was curious about him and what he was doing next.

He recorded over 4,000 videos, so I know I can always call him up if I want to hear his voice again. He is well documented. But the pain of knowing that I will not see future content hurts the most—not because I am selfish for the video content that I want, but because Adam was a person who was full of life and he lived it so happily.

David Adam Williams, I am happy that I found you. And even though you never knew me, you were part of my daily life through the videos you made. That’s why I’m writing this—because I didn’t expect to feel this kind of loss, and I wanted to put it into words. Thanks, Adam.


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