Eich naflu giborim. How the mighty have fallen. These are the words Pini said to me late one night from his hospital bed. They sound like bitter words, but that was his sense of humor coming through at 2 AM, amidst the cacophony of machines, tubes, and night nurses. Those who did not know Pini well were unaware of his distinctive wittiness, which was often sarcastic and poignant. But I knew him, and so I laughed, sitting on that chair next to his bed all night long.