In his final days, Evan was staying comfortably in a bed near a large window so that he could see outdoors and feel the warmth of sunlight. He allowed himself the delicacy of fresh orange slices -- Cara Caras, in particular, which are so sweet. Of course, he had to spit out the flesh since he still couldn't swallow food, but he said that a little coughing and spitting was "entirely worthwhile" because these oranges were so delicious on his tongue.
While his wakefulness and responsiveness decreased, friends continued to visit Evan. He listened yet again to the playlist he had carefully chosen for his Pre-Emptive Wake. People chatted to him and about him so that he heard more of the voices he recognized. When they had told all of their stories or (understandably) didn't know what to say, some people sang to him. Once the decline had begun, it was swift yet comfortable. Both Evan and his nearest family members were well supported and comforted in every sense.
We all knew Evan to be a forward-thinking man. He lived his entire life true to himself, humble, ethical to the core. Nothing on this earth wounded Evan more than witnessing injustice. Along with his final wishes, he urged that people learn more about Henry George's single-land-tax economic theory. In lieu of flowers or any such "frivolous waste" of money, Evan would be pleased and honored if donations were made to the Robert Schalkenbach Foundation or to the Southern Poverty Law Center.
We are tremendously grateful to the many people, near and far, who reached out to Evan and all the Lefevers during this illuminating course of life.