Our brother Tayo is not dead, he sleeps. Or shall I say, he sails. He joined that ‘Ship of Time,’ which bears Brethren Triumphant across to the place of Reward. While here, we see naugth but pains! Up before him, our sailing brother sees naught but gains. So, happily he laid down his sword and sailed to take up his gains. As for us, we stand here, by the shores of Melancholy, and watch, as it were, the fading away of Ship. We sobbed ‘adieu’ as if for loss; but Brother Tayo is only away from our mortal sight, that is all! His awayness is only in us, not in him; and just as we wail and say: Alas, he’s gone,’ there are other end of Jordan, the waiting Ones watch him come, and raise their voices in glasome welcome song: “You fought a good fight, Tayo, they sang, welcome home! Take your Rest, your Reward!