PS -- Otis died at the classic age of 27 when his plane crashed in Lake Monona, one of the four lakes surrounding Madison, Wisconsin. For a period of time I lived with my girlfriend
on Broom Street, blocks away. It became a running mordant joke to shout "Good night, Otis!" As it turned out I was mistaken thinking his body was at the bottom of the lake. His body was recovered and buried back home down south.

It doesn't really matter where he's buried. What matters is the voice, which could only have come from god. He was a powerhouse.