Let me read you an obituary.

It's from February 10th, 2005.

As about 100 people gathered at the Pittsburgh Athletic Association to honor the memory of their

friend, mentor, and boss last night, staff members of the Laurel Foundation wondered aloud

if the late Cordelia Scafe May would have wanted a big reception in her honor.

A private, sensitive woman whose loyalty, generosity, and warmth endeared her to people.

Mrs. May chose her friends carefully and preferred small groups to large gatherings.

She died last month of pancreatic cancer at her home, cold comfort farm.

Witty, literate, an ardent lover of nature and all its creatures,

Mrs. May was an heir to the Mellon banking fortune, but when she traveled,

she usually waited for the hotel housekeeping staff to arrive and helped them make her bed.

She liked to feel the wind in her hair too.

Parked in a large ballroom with a large silver and black Harley Davidson motorcycle that she

often rode as a passenger with her friend, former state treasurer Barbara Heffer.

And the Fred Rogers Dinosaur, part of the Dino Mike Day is her foundation sponsored last year,

stood in the room too. Photos of May were mounted on easels arranged throughout the room,

including one of her standing next to a large cutout of Billy Ray Cyrus, whose music she adored.

May also disliked Eulogies, which she called Sappy Speeches.

So, when Donna Panazi, vice president of the Laurel Foundation, stood up,

she told the audience that Mrs. May would want everyone to be laughing.

Panazi recalled that she always referred to her bosses Mrs. May, but May, a mischievous prankster,

joked that other titles were acceptable as well and occasionally signed her notes to Panazi as

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