This shirt is what my son was buried in.. it was his favorite. I kept holding his cold hand and fixing his shirt...he was so picky about how he dressed and his hair had to be just right...many times he would come and ask me how he looked....I told him, son you look good. He never thought he did. Every mirror that he passed, he'd stop and look just to make sure he looked ok. He was a handsome man and he just didn't see it!!! Love you son!!!!