14 years ago today Allen died (in his recently-purchased New York City (East Village) loft, surrounded by a select circle of family and friends. Here’s Rosebud Pettet’s lucid description of that occasion Here’s Colin Still’s and Jonas Mekas’ documentary footage.
Here’s Gelek Rinpoche’s first hand account – “I wrote my own funeral poem”.,. Allen told him, shall I read it to you?
Allen, of course, is far from gone, his spirit lives on with the flowering dogwood each year. For more memorials/tributes (an extensive list of memorials/tributes) scroll down on the list on the right hand side of this page.