I hate funerals

Yes, my brother finally decided that he'd had enough of the wires and tubes, and struggling for each breath, so he had them all pulled, and died a few hours later. Smart man. UofM Medical Center is a teaching hospital, so my parents approved an autopsy to see if they might learn something from this fiasco. Then cremation, followed by a scattering across the West Bay of Grand Traverse Bay, Traverse City Michigan. Mark called it "Gods Country", and he wasn't far off (as long as you believe God likes snow measured in FEET). My dad originally didn't think I needed to make the trip out (I, for the most part agreed with him, I would go out for them, not Mark), but Mom overruled him, I think.
Despite this title, there won't be a funeral as such. Just a get together, primarily for his friends up there, but quite a bit of family is coming out too. Then a boat trip out on the bay to scatter the ashes.
Not a bad way to go. Not a flaming boat, but not bad. Maybe he wasn't so bad.

Grrr

Some days it just doesn't go right.

I had to run across campus to turn in my vacation time sheet, and decided to do something I'd been planning to do for a while now. I took my camera and was going to shoot the various sculpture and fountains and interesting architecture around campus. Great. Gorgeous day. Lots of cuties on campus too, scouting out for next semester, or for summer classes.

So I wander about for about an hour, and take about 50 shots.

And then get the dreaded, "DISK ERROR" message.

Oh, DAMN!!!! Maybe it's just overheated. I'll go back and let it cool down over lunch. Nope, no dice. I try several methods, but none of them let me let me access the disk. I can't even re-format it. It's dead, Jim.

Oh well. I did have a nice walk and enjoyed the scenery of various varieties. I'll have to do it again sometime.

Oh, and still no good news about the brother. His specialists are now talking about a pump, or putting him on the transplant list, or both.