This is as nothing compared to what is essentially a mud-slinging contest at a funeral. I feel all dirty and frankly I'm sorry I said anything at this point, but I stand by my friendly advice to show some respect and shaddup. Respect for dead loved ones trumps video game codes-of-honour all day every day.

This is a copy of the email I sent to about 115 people the day of the memorial flight:
Today will be one of many emotions? The day has come when I must say goodbye to my dear wife Barbara. Her funeral will be today at the First United Meth Church in Ringgold, Ga, with the Rev John Purryington conducting the services.
The 2nd part of this day is a "memorial" flight in honor of Barbara, who very faithfully sat by my side, during many, many hours of flying in the Aces High game! Her favorite aircraft in this game is the B29, so I will post a B-29 mission, along with B-24's, at 7:30PM, EST, with a takeoff of 8PM, EST. Fighters will also be included in the mission as well.
I have many friends on the AH forum, who are Bish's and Knit's, and they to have been invited to join in the flight. I have asked them to remain 5 K away from main formation and I would ask that our fighters remain "at ease" unless one of them makes a hostile move towards the bombers and then the fight will ON!
Mission VOX will be 171.
ET37
Now I sit here crying over all these hurt feelings, so I have a question for all of you: Do you want me to go out on the back porch and hang myself, or had you rather I blow my brains out with my 357 Mag.
Feel free to vote!
No, on second thought, with 20% vision in my left eye and 80% in my right eye, 1 kidney, a artificial graft from my groin to my left ankle to keep from losing my left leg, and irregular heart beat, darn if I am going to cave in to this nonsense. I wish you guys could have walked in my shoes the last 7 years, to sit and watch Barbara's mind slowly going away and the many times that as soon as I fired up the PC, she wanted to sit and watch Aces High and all the flights, communications and the look on her face when we would take a base or I would be saluted by someone is a priceless memory which YOU can never take from me.
P.S. Forgot about the bladder cancer that I have already had two surgeries already and today, found out it is back again! Oh, well, when it rains at my house it POURS!