In Memory of Scooter and all who have gone to another place.
 
               Do not stand at his grave and weep,
               He is not there, he does not sleep
               He is a thousand winds that blow
               He is the diamond gilt on snow
               He is the snlight on the window pane
               He is the gentle autumn rain
               He is the dancing shadow just out of sight
               He is the soft stars that shine at night
               Do not stand at his grave and cry
               He is not there - he did not die
               He lives each day in our hearts
               And one day we will join again and never
[Posted in FML issue 1910]