As soon as I heard that he died I remembered my late brother Mike running around the house wearing his coon skin cap and singing "Davey, Davey Crockett, king of the wild frontier...."
Funny how little things will suddenly bring up a remembrance like that. About an hour after I had that thought I received an e-mail from my father who remembered pretty much the same thing. He remembered that my brother like to sing the song for an audience, something I would have never wanted to do.