With a heavy heart I have to inform you that Ms. Mina, the creator of this cyber-crypt, known to some of you as Diabolical Bunny, has passed away.

Although she would deserve something infinitely more beautiful, for some reason, the following lines by W. B. Yeats came to my mind.

Suddenly I saw the cold and rook-delighting Heaven     
That seemed as though ice burned and was but the more ice,     
And thereupon imagination and heart were driven     
So wild that every casual thought of that and this     
Vanished, and left but memories, that should be out of season            
With the hot blood of youth, of love crossed long ago;     
And I took all the blame out of all sense and reason,     
Until I cried and trembled and rocked to and fro,     
Riddled with light. Ah! when the ghost begins to quicken,     
Confusion of the death-bed over, is it sent   
Out naked on the roads, as the books say, and stricken     
By the injustice of the skies for punishment?

Farewell, Mina.

Ike