A sad sad sad backyard day

Cleaning the backyard gazebo this afternoon and underneath the little plastic side table was a dead bird.  I knew as soon as I saw it who it was.  I called the kids and asked my son to get the bird book.  And, I was right.  It was a Cedar Waxwing.  We had never seen one before, and this guy had obviously just died very recently.  He was still warm and his head still moveable.  And, he was stunningly beautiful.  My daughter cried and cried.  She wanted him to come alive.  We each held him and marveled at his beautiful red tipped wings and his yellow ending tail feathers and his beautiful black mask.  What a perfect little bird.  I only wish he could have been stunned or faking and popped up in my daughters hands, but alas...He'll have a burial tomorrow in the garden in a shoebox.  To brighten the sadness, I'll post some of this little yellow visitor that I have not completely identified.

So who is this little guy?  Is he a Warbler?