dr_feelgood wrote:

granite_grrl wrote:

I maybe wrong, so I'll be interested to hear the right answer. But you don't have to embalm them if you cremate. So I figure that means that you don't have a viewing. When I've been to a funeral where the person was cremated the "viewing/wake/visitation" had a urn there.

dr_feelgood wrote:

dr_feelgood wrote:

kachoong wrote:

So my uncle had a heart attack on Wednesday night. Got the news yesterday morning and kinda went through the phases of shock and heavy crying. This morning I have to figure out if it would be good for me to go back to Nova Scotia for the funeral.

It's on Monday, flights are kinda pricey last minute. Nathan has offered to drive out there with me. ~18hours out starting tomorrow afternoon (Saturday) and then ~18hours back on Tuesday. I think it would be easier than finding a flight, renting a car and getting up to Cape Breton, but it's going to be a rough go.

Question is, will doing tha trush there and back and dealing with the chaos of my family in Cape Breton even give me time to morn? I'm just trying to sort out my feelings between what I feel I should do and what will actually be best for me to do.

granite_grrl wrote:

I maybe wrong, so I'll be interested to hear the right answer. But you don't have to embalm them if you cremate. So I figure that means that you don't have a viewing. When I've been to a funeral where the person was cremated the "viewing/wake/visitation" had a urn there.

caughtinside wrote:

It makes sence if you think about it, but kinda defeats the purpose of a funeral in a way.

I've only been to casket burrials so I don't have any experience with this.

caughtinside wrote:

So at one point, camhat got outsprayed by a local route developer person. The wanker pretty much soaked the entire crag, but klikker made the mistake of asking him for some beta. Dribz put on hiz raincoat and walked over to save klikker and get a catch.

The worst part was that there was 6-8 children in a posse with the spraylord, and he appeared to be grooming a posse of little wankers. Even the devil dog went and hid in a cave.

snoopy138 wrote:

heh. I bet camhed just soaked it up.

Good weekend back at the Leap, we went straight training day on saturday and put the rope up and did 10 hard routes. Marinated in the bar till about midnight, then ran back up for a drunken 3 man naked simul of knapsack carck.

Sunday did a coupel roots till it got too hot, and then busted out the fly rod for some Fishing!!! it was great.

kachoong wrote:

AB was back to being ded, so I went to the hole on saturday. took a few tries, but re-redpointed teh Sic Gnar. tried to get on the werk in progress, but gave up after discovering I couldn't do 2/3 of the moves through the bottom sections.

snoopy138 wrote:

heh. I bet camhed just soaked it up.

Good weekend back at the Leap, we went straight training day on saturday and put the rope up and did 10 hard routes. Marinated in the bar till about midnight, then ran back up for a drunken 3 man naked simul of knapsack carck.

Sunday did a coupel roots till it got too hot, and then busted out the fly rod for some Fishing!!! it was great.

carabiner96 wrote:

Holy shit, near epic in SLC yesterday. Drove up to Slick City to pick up dribble, had some time to kill. Went and snagged a hand-drill from a fiernd, talked to teh Trapper Jim about the best bultz to use on the sekrit radness in South Central UT. Then went to meet a friend to go bouldering in Little Cottonwood. Shitty conditions for granite slopers, we both sucked it up, I told her about closets, drumsets, and dignity, which is where we should have put our moccs right then.

Went back to the parking area, were going to each drive to go get some food. Started up Old Red, pulled forward, and CRUNCH, the whole front end just falls down. Get out and the drivers side wheel is crumpled in on itself, it's resting the bumper on the concrete. If a truck could be nizzled in the fetal position, this was it.

Got my friend to drive me to the mouth of the canyon, called parents to come down and pick up drivel and I at the airport, txt dribble with the message "car's fucked, dad's coming to get you."

Called a towtruck, meet him at a 7-11 (where I got a slurpee, woo!). The driver turned out to be totally cool. Offers to tow to his shop and not charge me if I have him fix it, I have no other option than to go "fuck yeah!" Looks at it, diagnoses a ball joint, says he can fix it over the weakend for a few hundred bucks. I'm not sure how much it will wind up costing, but at the moment the crunch happened, I automatically assumed that this was curtains for Old Red, so I'm psyched if it's less than a grand.

I root through my road trip gear in the truck, have to get out important stuff for the next couple days, since I'll be up in Logan, and truck will be in SLC, about 90 minutes apart). I mention to the driver-mechanic that I've got a bunch of climbing and camping gearz in the back of the truck, which doesn't lock very well, and he just says, "Man, my yard's got two pit bulls!" So, good feeling all around.

Load minimal stuff in my friend's car, drive to the airport, meet dribble, then my dad pulls up and takes us up to Logan. Went pretty smooth, considering.

Then, to top it all off, on the way home, I get a txt from another friend (asshole ex-roomie, for those who have strong drivel saga GU), saying that this very same day, HIS truck got stolen form in front of his house!

I can't resist, so I respond back, "did they take the Creedence? Have you got any leads?" He replies by saying that this is the third time he's heard that joke from his asshole friends.

Still hoping that the joint will be fixed today or tomorrow, so the clamhats can get to Xzzz on time.




*I am sure that snoppy is very sorry that the ball joint didn't get nizzled while I was driving at 80mph on I-15, as opposed to in a parking lot. That would have been really bad.