Few of us fly at 20,000 feet so we can glide to Kansas if the engine quits, but oh, damn! The places we've been and the things we've seen and done! I hope no one cries if this ever happens to me; I'm all paid up - no debts owed on that book, brothers and sisters.
My very sincere condolences to any and all who knew Dale, and especially his family and friends.
No funeral gloom, my dears, when I am gone,
Corpse-gazings, tears, black raiment, graveyard grimness;
Yours still, you mine, remember all the best
Of our past moments, and forget the rest,
And so, to where I wait, come gently on.
_______________William Allingham, A Diary (1907).