Bascom Jones was a wonderful person. He published a lecture I gave at Docc Hilford's Weerd Weekend as several "bonus inserts" that he included in Magick. He would call and begin the conversation with, "Hey." I instantly knew who it was. Bascom was great fun.
There were four of us that knew he was going into the hospital. We thought it was just for a bit of repair work. I had just finished writing a huge biography of Gene Roddenberry, was exhausted and was going on a cruise to unwind. I called Bascom a few days before his surgery and asked if he wanted me to drive up to Bakersfield. He said no, it was only a quick bit of repair and we made plans to meet at the Castle to see Tom Waters perform a few weeks hence. Bascome surprised me by saying that he'd found the last question mark tie tack that he gave all his special contributors and that he would put it in the top drawer of his desk for me.
Two days before my ship docked I turned to my wife and told her that Bascom was dead. I made a ship-to-shore call and learned from his sister-in-law that the surgery had shown that he was riddled with cancer, that there was nothing they could do. The doctors sewed him up and made him comfortable. He died the day before my call.
No funeral. Maybe a memorial at the Castle, but I didn't hear about it. A friend of his went up and helped his widow close up his affairs. I mentioned the tie tack and, sure enough, it was there in his desk, waiting to be delivered to me. I treasure it to this day.