On Tue, 20 Apr 1999, Seann Ives wrote:
> 
> doh.
> 
> I fucked up.
> 
> I didn't see Harrison until around 9pm Saturday night and by then was
> intoxicated beyond the point of being able to remember to deliver your
> message to him.  Fuck...sorry man...and you with your bad back, and
> trick knee, and wooden leg, and webbed feet, and ...
> 
> Next time I will tattoo messages to my chest so as not to forget.
> ugh.  all that booze must be destroying brain cells.
> 
> Seann

I'm sorry, Chris threw himself off the Jamestown Bridge after
accidentally crushing his wife, Becky, under 400 pounds of concrete sink.
He was foolishly trying to remove the sink from his basement without the
aid of his friend Harrison. Evidentally, in some bizarre twist of spite,
Harrison spurned his friend and chose not to show up - because Chris new
that his friend Seann wouldn't have forgotten to deliver the message.

I'm just the sysadmin trying to clear up Chris' unfinished work. You'll
get details about the funeral.

Chris