A journalist for the past 24 years, Graeme said he aimed to “put the ‘umour back into tumour”, claiming: “No one seems to be funny about cancer anymore.”
He died on Sunday, having raised £4,000 for charity in his final months, and is survived by his wife Clare.
Graeme, pictured, began his career as a teenage copyboy on the Evening Times, going on to become an editorial assistant on Scottish Field and Environment Now! Magazines before finally securing a reporting position on the bi-weekly Alloa Advertiser in 1989.
There, he soon became chief reporter, despite technically still being a junior.
In 1992, he moved to the Falkirk Herald, and seven years later joined Scotsman.com as an online journalist, before becoming channel manager with responsibility for setting up its heritage, travel, recruitment and education sites.
He joined the Herald and Times Group in Glasgow the following year, working on the s1 series of websites. As content editor, he became responsible for more than 100 different sites.
A full obituary to Graeme has been published on the Herald website, as colleagues paid tribute.
s1 managing director Mark Smith said he would be “sorely missed.”
“Graeme was one of the longest-serving employees in s1, having worked here almost from the beginning,” he said.
“He was a gifted writer with a sharp dry wit, a talent he brought to bear most poignantly in the blog detailing his life after being diagnosed with brain cancer.
“He will be remembered for many reasons but perhaps none more so than the remarkable fortitude and optimism he showed throughout that period, and he will be sorely missed by his friends and colleagues.”
Graeme’s final blog posting was in April, when he revealed he only had months to live after doctors found the chemotherapy had not been working.
In it, he wrote of the dreams he wished he had been able to achieve, but also how he planned to make the most of his time left.
“I would turn 45 this year. Given my generation, my social background and the relative longevity of my family, I was expecting to see my 90s,” he wrote.
“I had plans: I wanted to be a published author; I wanted to be a dad; I wanted to grow old with Clare; I wanted us both to travel more extensively than we have.
“I’d even have quite liked to have finished learning to play the guitar properly. Circumstance is such a swindler.
“It isn’t fair. But of course it’s not – fairness and justice are human constructs, they don’t exist in nature. I can ask the ridiculous question ‘why me?’, but I already know the answer is ‘why not?’”
He added: “I have some time left, and I will make the most of it. Of course I’m afraid of dying, but of the process, not the aftermath.
“I will remain me until the end, and I will not waste that time on self-pity and fear. And I will fight with every resource at my disposal. I have a strong mind, and I’m not planning on going anywhere gently.
“So, making the most of it. I just wish I wasn’t also carrying about this poison sac of bereavement and anger in my lower gut. It’s heavy and hurts, and gets in the way of my Good Time. Still, I just need to fight that, too.”