“Good-night, sweet prince, And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!”
I shall miss his humor that always made a lot of sense even when being serious:
"I'm in command of 18 competitively selected super-perfect physical specimens with an average age of 24.6 who have been locked up in hyperspace for 378 days. It would have served you right if I hadn't... and he... oh go on, get out of here before I have you run out of the area under guard - and then I'll put more guards on the guards!"
And when not:
"I'm sorry I can't be more optimistic, Doctor, but we've got a long road ahead of us. It's like having sex. It's a painstaking and arduous task that seems to go on and on forever, and just when you think things are going your way, nothing happens."
So, see ya, Shirley. It has been quite a party!
Amen!