1994 sometimes feels like a long time ago. But sometimes it seems like yesterday, as if Jay isn't really gone, he's just off on a trip somewhere, and his pick-up truck is going to be pulling up right outside any minute now.
More likely we will be joining him on that trip.
Doyle the Twig Painter tells me that the current generation of Pine Point stoners know of Jay's grave. Of course they never knew Jay himself but they recognize the Pink Floyd phrase and think it's cool. They hold little pot parties in the woods near the grave, a location they call "Crazy Diamond" as in "Let's go smoke a joint in the woods by Crazy Diamond."
In other words, Jay's grave has become a party place. That's just what he would have wanted.