Eternal rest grant to Roy, Oh Lord, and may perpetual light shine upon him. May his soul, and the soul of all the faithfully departed, rest in holy peace through the Mercy of God. Amen. Our family will continue to keep your family and friends in our Rosaries. Roy and I went to St. Louis Elementary School and rode the bus together. He had a wonderful sense of humor. I hope that it is all right with you to share a memory of him from eighth grade. It was an hour-long bus ride home every day. That afternoon we had just had just been to a school festival. We were over-sugared kids hopped up on Mountain Dew and Dr. Pepper, and the bus sounded like Brown Stadium when the Bengals are winning. "Quiet down a bit, kids," cautioned the driver. We would lower our voices but a moment later we were just as loud as before. "Come on, kids, cut it out." But the din kept building. This went on for five minutes as we wended our way through Owensville and then toward Batavia to change buses at the CNE parking lot. Without warning, our driver slammed on the brakes in the middle of the road, causing us to rock back and forth from the sudden stop. The driver turned to stare us down, "I said be quiet!" Then our bus driver then unleashed a fury at us, even scaring the first graders into tears. He railed on that we were old enough to know how to behave better on a bus (we did), and that for safety reasons we were not acting responsibly as educated students should act (again, correct). Finally, he warned us, "Not one sound for the rest of the ride." Everyone gazed down at the floor, or out the window, shamed into silence. We were hot, sticky kids and the bus smelled like P.E. class already. The chiding made it worse. I looked over at Roy across the aisle and he had that grin on his face. In the quiet he sang at full volume, "If you're happy and you know it, clap your hands." And then fifty little hands went, "Clap, clap." It was one of the funniest moments I have ever experienced in my life. We could not control ourselves from giggling. Even the bus driver had to look away from the overhead mirror because he was biting his lip. "Tension breaker. Had to be done." No one made that quote come true better than Roy did. Roy was the best at being lighthearted and breaking the monotony of an unending country ride. He kept all of us laughing in school. I am grateful to have known him.