Death is a one-horse town through which life passes and keeps on going.

Johnny, my heart is with you in your loss. 'Tis hard to handle. Years from now, you will still feel the empty spot. And , I will bet, in years to come , you progressively will see more of your Father within yourself.

Mr. Mole was a treasure here at the 'Cat, and, thankfully, he will remain a treasure, through his archived ports.

He is sorely missed.

Ah, but he has passed through the one-horse town and he has kept on keeping on!

And the joy he gave to the world is returned to him a hundred-fold!

khandu