*In the personal tribute portrait gallery...
The camera follows the trail of those who are honored in the halls of the building located within the James Maury Memorial Cemetery down one side, then curving slowly to travel up the opposite side.
David Bowie.
Jerry Parkes.
Don Sallin.
Jerry Jull.
Christine Nelson.
Jerry Nelson.
Richard Hunt.
Jim, Jane, and John Henson.
Matt Robinson.
Will Lee.
Alaina Reed-Hall.
Northern Calloway.
Carroll Spinney.
Emilio Delgado.
And the scare crew huddled at the newest portrait to be added, Bob McGrath.
Ed: Count, would you do the honors?
I... I can't. It's... *He brakes into quiet tears at the thought of one of the street's pillars' death.
Ed: Uncle D?
UD: Mmm, I could, but it wouldn't feel fright.
Ed: Okay... I might have an idea.
*Calls Kathy: Hi Kath. Yeah, we're holding up after the news last Sunday. Listen, I want to ask a favor. Is
available?
*Ed explains what's going on. Okay, thanks.
*Hangs up, he'll be hre soon.
Rowlf shows up a few minutes later.
Hi fellas. You need me to do it huh.
He grabs a thin ink brush and bottle poised to add the name and dates at the bottom of the portrait.
From Ol' Brown Eyes to Ol' Blue Eyes, may your voice ring out as clear and golden in the heavens above as it did the time you were here with us on this earth.
Once the gang finishes up...
Ed: Come on guys, let's go to Jim's Coffee House for some hot chocolate or milkshakes, my treat, they're sure to have Bob's music playing there among all the holiday music.
RIP Bob McGrath, June 13, 1932-December 4, 2022.