Personally I'll mourn for the kitchen-cabinet entrance to Hyperspace, the Middle-Earth map in Dabney, and the much more impressive Star Wars immersion experience that a near-classmate of mine painted in the entrance to Tunnel. (The Death Star mentioned in the article, which preceded the hallway mural, was in Cliff's own room—the same one I spent my frosh year in and whose walls I only plastered with Deep Thoughts by Jack Handey and sheets full of half-baked arguments held in silence with my religious roommate.)
Ah, such memories. But did I learn anything? Wish I could say...