I am Mike's fraternal grandfather. He was my hope for continuation of the family name,-- and my ego via his putting our name in Broadway Lights. He was a real pleasure. I remember two things about him: no fear of heights, and his many talents. Yet he seems to have needed unusual attention (like all actors). During his last minutes on earth, did he think he could fly? It seems that, like many of the "spiritual world," he gave us happiness and yet he sought his own content from chemicals? Did we fail him because we were afraid of the bright flame of his soul? It often seems that there is truth in the often stated notion that "the good die young." Alas, if true, what is implied for we who remain? God Bless us all, and especially his parents.