Sorry, I'm standing in front of the hymn books. The dogs on the mantle belonged to Wilford and Phebe. This is how he looked when he lived here in Nauvoo. We are more used to him with the white beard that he had when he was President of the Church. I was reading in his journal and someone finished the last few days, but they wrote something that reminds me of Mr. Magorium's Magic Emporium. When they noted the date of his death, they simply recorded, "He dies". What else could you say about such a marvelous man who devoted his life to bringing himself, his family and others to Christ? His work still goes on as he serves on the other side of the veil. And I'm sure Phebe is right there beside him.