I just heard from Dad. Aunt Miz died last night.
She took her brother's death quite hard, and spend days weeping into the arms of her daughter. Soon after, her daughter let everyone know that she had called in hospice care... Like dominoes, the old guard is falling one after another. Miz made it to 95 years old on May 13th, though those last few weeks were spent in steady decline.
She lived vibrantly and determinedly, and like her brother, did not want any services or ceremony to mark her passing.
ETA: I can credit Aunt Miz and one well-timed phone call with thirty-cough years of Cabin memories. It was her husband who bought the other men out and carried it for almost a decade by himself. When he died back in the early 80's, Aunt Miz called Mom and said that she was fed up and selling it, and if Mom wanted it, this was her one chance. My parents jumped with both feet. I think I was seven or eight years old at the time. I remember that we had been summer-house-hunting that year, and my parents were putting a bid on a place in Oregon. Miz called, and Mom told the real estate agent to "tear up the check" because we had our dream drop in our lap.