Doug was a good man and as good of a friend as anyone could wish. I'll miss him but I'm willing to bet he's already endeared himself to the Big Guy Upstairs.
I first met him when he was a little kid who rode his bicycle several miles to come watch the Colt .45s practice. He'd hang out on the equipment truck and help out any way he could. Back then, he'd often start a conversation with something like, "I love that part where you guys go, 'Dush da dush da...WOP!'" A year later he was marching. Though never a drummer, his knack for recalling and singing drum parts from corps spanning 4 decades never ebbed, and it was something I enjoyed immensely over the last 40 years.
Rest in Peace my friend.