Dorothy J. Heydt, whom I knew as a regular on the Usenet newsgroup rec.arts.sf.fandom, has died. Her husband Hal posted the following to Usenet, using her account.

Hal Heydt posting from Dorothy Heydt’s account. She wrote the
following during her recent stay in Stanford Hospital to be
posted after her death, which came sooner than we expected. I am
following the wishes of my beloved wife of 51 years.
 

Any errors of formatting, spelling or grammar are mine. I will
add this to her web site as I feel up to it.
 

–Hal Heydt
 

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To my family, friends, and anyone else interested:
 

After I have died, tell anyone anything you like, ending with this text:
 

Cynthia, widow of Demetrius Duilius Artifex (and of Komi, son of Endreigon,
the only husband she had loved, and of Demodoros, whom no one remembered
any more), sat dying in her bed.
 

Her daughters, granddaughters, and the household servants were caring
for her as she could no longer care for them, but she slipped out
through the soles of her feet and into the depths of the earth.
 

The place had not changed much since she had seen it last: its grey
colors had faded a trifle, and the stream that had flowed between her
and Komi had stopped moving: frozen, perhaps? But she was dead now,
and could cross it.
 

The silent dead sat among the trees, the spirits of men and gods and
perhaps others, though if her friends the Qualities were here, they
too had faded. But two remembered morning stars still shone, Komi
 

But something that might have been time passed, and now a light shone
from the east, filling earth and air with color, and a great chorus
of voices: LIFT UP YOUR HEADS, YOU GATES, AND BE LIFTED UP, YOU
EVERLASTING DOORS, THAT THE KING OF GLORY MAY COME IN.
 

who is the King of Glory?
 

THE LORD OF HOSTS: HE IS THE KING OF GLORY