This morning in the hospital, mom and dad were reminding each other of Bishop Everton. Apparently he had spent some time in the hospital. Mom and dad went to visit with him. Mom: “he was so upset with those beds.” Dad: “He was on a roll. He hated those mattresses and they needed to get one of his mattresses up there for him.” Bishop Everton was also the person who quipped about Tylenol that he “takes two Tylenol and imagines that the headache goes away.” As an older kid, he always made me smile, because Sister Everton would control the timing and the conversation, but Bishop Everton would get a little subversive comment in there every once in a while.