In the late afternoon of Saturday, June 18, 2005, our 7 chief residents convened at the Claremont Hotel in Berkeley, Calif, to celebrate their traditional graduation dinner. News circulated that Dr Organ had just died. One of the chiefs broke down. I was surprised. My guess is that he had not cried in 30 years. Dr Organ was a powerful presence in our department. We wrestled with the idea of canceling the graduation ceremony. It soon became clear, however, that Dr Organ had planned and precisely timed this inevitable event. It was logical that he pass his professional baton to this new wave of young surgeons at exactly this moment. He was intensely proud of his residents. And, it was clear that he was much more than a department chair to them. But, it was tough love. Excellence was the only acceptable standard, and either you measured up or you did not—there was no gray zone.