I loved Chris. I had the extraordinary pleasure to spend ten days rooming with him in a rental on Whidbey Island in early June while we attended Kilung Rinpoche’s teachings on Jigme Lingpa’s Yeshe Lama. Chris died less these a week later. One day, while we were driving to the temple in the morning during the retreat, Chris was uncharacteristically silent for about 30 seconds (Chris otherwise talks all the time). Then he turned to me (I was driving) and he said: “I need you to promise me something.” I said, “What is that?” He said, “If I die before you do and you say anything at my sukhavati, you have to tell them that “I realized, late in life, that I have been very arrogant. I thought that the rules didn’t apply to me. The rules do apply to me.” He was very serious. I said: “Of course, I promise I will tell them that.” Then Chris was silent for another 20 seconds. Then he said, “But that is not all you should say. Tell them that I was funny, that I had charisma. Tell them some good stories.” That is what I tried to do at his sukhavati tonight. But I think others also have some good stories.