Chris told me I should come to the memorial service tomorrow (I missed the calling hours yesterday, having not heard about them until afterwards) but "don't wear black." He thinks his dad would've hated people wearing black. So, I'm going to see if I can find a red blazer; Dan was unsurprisingly often dressed in one red garment or another when I saw him, which was nearly always at something Cornell-related.
Chris is absolutely his father's son, fun-loving and just a little bit inappropriate when talking to or about women, but never in an actually disrespectful way. Everyone's comment the last few days has been that the two of them were so close. He's been working out of state the last several months, probably never imagining that his time with his father was limited. I was glad he made it back to town before Dan actually passed away, though I have no idea how aware Dan was after the stroke. His older brother just got to town yesterday, I gather; their sister lives here.
I've been mostly staring at this post for about an hour since I started writing it, thinking there's more to say, but it's not coming, so I'll stop here.