Never had the pleasure of meeting him; but through his advice in the 'crash comic' he saved my sorry arse and various other body parts, I feel I owe him a great, unpaid debt. Too late now, I regret.
Safe journey, to a guaranteed job in heaven; very few of the angels have a blind clue about airmanship, carby ice, crosswinds, scud running, weather wisdom and all the other extraneous bits and pieces you taught us. Nice to think of Mac Job schooling a bunch of newly winged innocents.
Farewell and thank you.