So the inventor of the frisbee died. Strangely, he wants his ashes put into Frisbees. But, it's the passion for those silly little discs that make him admirable:
"We used to say that Frisbee is really a religion -- 'Frisbyterians,' we'd call ourselves," he said. "When we die, we don't go to purgatory. We just land up on the roof and lay there."