"On January 14, 1977...at 11:55 p.m. Anaïs made the transvoyage into her'World of Music.' Her passover was a blessing, relieving her of over twoyears of constant pain and misery. She wished her ashes to be scatteredfrom an airplane into the Pacific Ocean where they will be carried to allparts of the world. She wishes you to celebrate her by reading."When she died, the willow tree outside her window died with her. A fewweeks later Rupert cut it down and dug up the stump. He never replacedthe willow that had wept over the dark green pool, shedding its fragileleaves into the emerald water, while Anaïs lay dying.