Yeah, when I saw him later that day, the way he told the story was pretty hilarious. He was wearing hiw work coat which was on the porch railing as I cam to the front dor and it was still damp and reeked with the stink of death.

It was the work coat that prompted me to ask what the hell happened, and we were off and running with the tale of woe.

He was one of the funniest, most creative guys I’ve ever met. Miss him fiercely.