We went skiing in Austria. It was very very foggy. I ski in front and said to Barry "stay close behind me". The next thing I heard was him screaming. He had fallen down the slope and . . . he was laughing out loud. At breakfast in the hotel, Barry liked to drink a lot of latte machiato. He always called himself "Latte King" in front of everyone, loudly, as was his way. On the last day, we told him that "Latte" also has a slightly different meaning in German - and we all had to laugh out loud. When we were together, we always laughed a lot and had a lot of fun. Barry we will not forget you.