[Amanaduial the archer]

Well, I lay to rest:

Now Yannie's good yew bow is broken, and his good gaze hounds are slain, and he lies sleeping in the deep greenwood, with all his hunting done, done, with all his hunting done...

I loved that sig. It lasted for a fair while as well, and seemed vaguely fitting: both about death, and with a mention to the deep 'Greenwood'.

RIP siggy.