James Freeman died April 14, 2016.  The following was written and posted on FB by Jim's daughter Lizz:

My dad, James Freeman, was a lot of things in his life. He was a pyrotechnic expert, a scuba diver, a pilot, a skier, a gunfighter in the "old west", a master woodworker, a motorcycle enthusiast. He befriended leopards and wolves and cats and dogs. He traveled and explored and got into trouble. He was once rescued by a helicopter after being lost in the mountains of Arizona for days (though he would say he knew exactly where he was the whole time). He was kind and caring and he truly believed in the goodness of people. He spent years taking care of his mother and he spent years dealing with me as a teenager and he raised my brother no different than if he were his own son. He smiled and laughed and said ridiculous things. He had excellent taste in music and I'll never be able to listen to The Small Faces' "Ogdens' Nut Gone Flake" without hearing him do that cockney accent right along with the record.

His brother, Tom Freeman and I were with him as he passed away yesterday. I was holding his hand. A few hours before he left for his final big adventure, Mabel sang him 'Row Row Row Your Boat'. As I stand on the other side of his death, I feel a lot of things, but primarily I miss my dad very much. There won't be a service any time soon, but we will scatter his ashes in Costa Rica, where he had always said he wanted to retire.