In Memory of Louis Gossett, Jr.

"Well, now, this is fine," the soul said, taking it all in. "Better if the news is good." Peter smiled. "The news is very good; we are delighted to welcome you." The soul gave its broad yet serious smile and straightened up. "I'll sign what you need me to sign and get myself inside; don't want to hold up the line." "You aren't a number or an extra or an assist; every light, its own fire; every story, its own hero. We never hear all of our detractors (thank goodness)," Peter said gently, "and we cannot possibly count all of our many fans." The soul stepped back, suddenly aware of the multitudes on the other side of the gate - all of the smiling faces waving and eager to meet. "You're all set," Peter added and, as people laid flowers near its earthly name on the Walk of Fame, a world of stars and galaxies opened beyond its next step.