A few more name droppings further down. Isn't this the dead Wiley-on-a-boat DUmmy?
Yeah.
The worthless freeloading bum the wily primitive, who was building an ark in the mountains of Tennessee, hoping to float it downriver to the ocean, and go around the world staying out of the United States while (he hoped) collecting our social services.
He was in constant trouble for child-support; during the 1960s and 1970s he left a whole lot of children, all of them by different women. Talk about scattering one's seed around. He eventually had to work under-the-table so as to hide his income. But then he got hurt, and couldn't collect workman's compensation because nobody had a record of him working.
In his last few weeks of life, his "landlord" down in Tennessee expelled him from the property, keeping the half-finished "boat." The wily primitive then decided to head to California, to seek succor from one of his sons whom he'd neglected all those years, those decades.
I blame the CalPig primitive for his death. He'd asked her if he could stay in a room in her palatial digs, and she wouldn't respond to him. So he had to live out in the open. CalPig could've helped him, CalPig had the means to do a lot of for him without missing the money, but she didn't.