We will be in seclusion in the West Wing.
He died.... he died as so many men of his generation died before their time. And in your wisdom Lord, you took him, just like you took so many bright flowering men in the Siege of the Arakeen, the Intergalactic Mua'dib Jihad, and the Revolt of the Five Freaking Million Duncan Idaho Gholas! Those young men gave their lives! And so did PSH... PSH who loved to play those awesome heavy roles that sometimes freak you out and sometimes made you laugh. And in accordance what we think his wishes might well have been, we'll sprinkle his ashes into the bosom of the great dunes of Arrakis, which he probably could've stood on, or floated on, if given the chance.... Goodnight, Sweet Prince.