[ Selected stills from a video by Alan Lundell. Thanks, Al! ] Celebrants came from all over the globe--from Netherlands, Dallas, New York City, Berkeley and Memphis, Tennessee. Bob’s daughter Christina opened the session by displaying the Sacred Remote--RAW’s favorite TV shows were “House” and “Boston Legal”. As Bob’s ashes were cast into the sea, Regan played her harp on the boat, while the crowd watching from the windows of the Coconut Grove blasted away with a variety of Chinese noisemakers. Freddy sang Irish tunes including one James Joyce had written for Finnegan’s wake; Amy and August sang a poignant Bobby Burns air and someone, somewhere, was playing “Danny Boy” on the trumpet. Rants were preached, speeches enacted, old friendships renewed and new friends discovered. Then Christina read Robert Anton Wilson’s last words to his audience:

 

“I no longer claim to know anything

But I still have persistent suspicions.

My greatest suspicion holds that

All my suspicions may prove wrong.

Intelligence recognizes

That nothing now seems impossible.

Have a good hearty laugh

And do not dare to mourn me.”