I tried to make him laugh during the last phone call. Reggie was always the first to laugh and his laugh was the most infectious laugh I have ever heard. I couldn't make him laugh. So I knew. He was a gem. A true gentleman.

A few years ago, he gave me mounted sets of moose and caribou antlers for my camp. I told him I was gonna sell my camp. He said that I might get another camp some day and he wanted me to have them as a reminder of him when he bit the dust... and he laughed big time. So, he knew then.

He will have one last BBQ and he requested that his ashes be placed in the top row of the vault rather than out in the grounds... so the dogs cannot piss on him.

I love you Reggie. When I come to visit you in heaven I'll bring a bottle of Screech. WHAT am I sayin? Surely they have Screech in heaven... if only just for Reggie. And I'll bet God is LHAO right now. And the girls are after Reggie... tall, handsome, curly dirty red hair... the girls were always after Reggie. Now I am babbling.

Goodbye Reg. RIP buddy.