RIP Uncle Clay. You always referred to me as "My Little Lady". One of my favorite memories of you is you having an unlit smoke in you mouth (even thou you didn't smoke) and playing your air-guitar and singing "I remember the day Clayton Delaney died". Then you would let out a big laugh. Rock that air-guitar and sing loud Uncle. I love you, miss you and you will always be remembered. "Your little lady, Jo-Anne"