Bill was doubtless the most vibrant person I ever knew. So much so, that when I cast him as Thomas Wolfe's flamboyant father, Ralph Waldo Emerson, and then an incendiary force in a dramatization of The Hobbit, his irrepressible spirit radiated throughout the theater. He once told me he wanted to be a preacher, but as we all know he ministered to everyone who was fortunate enough to be in his presence throughout the years or for only a brief moment. Like the proverbial flights of angels and the songs that lighten our hearts, Bill's memory will always sustain us and for that we have to be eternally grateful.
May you rest in peace, Bill.