My great-granddaddy, Atticus Dillard, died on May 30, 1971. He was 93-years-old. Folks called him “Mr. Att.” He had given my mother some very clear instructions. If he was going to be laid 6 feet under, it would probably get cold down there. He wanted to have a pair of long underwear beneath his little blue suit. He was a rather small and slim man and would wear a large boy’s size in underwear.