For a Merry Prankster, A Day-Glo-Free Funeral

It was a fitting night for a Prankster’s wake. Halloween jack- o’-lanterns glowed in the windows of farmhouses draped with American flags; plastic tombstones leered up from the dark lawns. Exactly the way Ken Kesey—if not my Uncle Sandy— would have staged it.

As the mourners poured into the Stewart Murphy Funeral Home in the quiet upstate New York town where Sandy spent his last years, I felt as if we were burying not only my uncle, but also the time he’d come to represent.
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