I thought about going back to my hotel, sleeping, and then crafting a new sign. With the only purpose being a new photo taken when I looked less tired and grief-stricken.
If he would have wanted anything, it would have been brazen honesty. Fresh from crying a bit, sleep-deprived, and all.
And after crying a bit, he would have demanded I laugh at what he always called “the absurdity of the world”.