 Uncle Rick (God bless his soul) won't mind this story as he's in a better place now.
Once my dad and all of his brothers, including Uncle Rick, the tallest, went camping at the Black Canyon of the Gunnison, also known as the "big 90-degree cliff.") Back in the early 70s some campsites sat right next to the canyon, and there were few safety warnings.
Fate had it that Dad and his brothers got one of those campsites.
They had a lot of beer that night, went to bed, and two hours later Uncle Rick woke up, still drunk, with a full tank. Uncle Rick figured he'd pee in the canyon. Y'know, drunk guy, full tank, never urinated in a canyon before, so he walked over to the canyon and let fly.
In mid-stream, a gust of wind came along and upset drunken Uncle Rick's equilibrium. He lost his balance and toppled over, and they found him the next day, 50 vertical feet and 5 horizontal feet from where he last whizzed.
I nominate Uncle Rick for a Darwin Award because I just want him to be famous for something better than being the dead guy in the family. Please forgive me, Uncle Rick.
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Submitted by: Chris
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