"Remember us." As simple an order as a senior can give. "Remember why we died." For he did not wish tribute, nor song, nor monuments nor poems of natty and ruby. His wish was simple. "Remember us," he said to me. That was his hope, should any freshman come across that night, in all the countless centuries yet to be. May all our voices whisper to you from the ageless bars, "Go tell the students, passerby, that here by Thursday law, we lie."