When his father, Jack, had passed away, a grandson scattered his ashes in the Atlantic Ocean. For Jill, Len and his wife Margaret headed out in their Skyhawk and did the same for her. Len wrote that after they had scattered the ashes, "We looked toward the eastern horizon, far beyond which these same blue waters washing the sands of her adopted homeland also lapped the shores of her beloved England." In his last Vectors column in 1999, Len closed with a reflection on his bond with the readers. "So, good friends, it was good knowing all of you. Goodbye, wherever you are."