Maybe it's my Italian-Canadian upbringing, and my expieriece of seeing widows in mourning wearing black literally for decades, until they themselves passed away; but I was touched when I read Mike's idea. I know it's not the modern way, and it isn't even my way -- but I sometimes find myself wishing that it was. Maybe Ron and many others are right and sane in calling for something 'that Arnold would've wanted', but there is something to be said for simple and quiet times of mourning, and for the 'sacrifice' (in this case, of an hour's worth of golf) that goes with it. We seem as a culture to be unable/unwilling to stop rushing around even for one hour, even to just feel the loss and face it squarely and in silence.