My father died in 1989, if memory serves. Good guy, really a perfect father, if there is such a thing. Wonderful sense of humor. I think that is important in life. He died in a manner that somehow pleased us both: he was rigidized by Parkinson's disease and his wife--not my mother--decided to off him to one of those "places." He hated it but never complained. On Thanksgiving in 1989, he was having dinner at home, enjoying a glass or two of wine and he choked on a piece of turkey--that was it. Accidental death and one that seemed to please everyone. I recorded this requiem in November of 1998.