I'm pretty sure Wiley's worm food. Well, maybe not. He thought pot was better than chemo as a cure for cancer. Worms wouldn't touch him.
Anyway, his sailboat got stuck outside of Denver.
I forgot all about the freeloading bum the wily primitive, "Wiley50."
After being evicted from his place in the mountains and forests of Tennessee, his former landlord keeping the half-finished "ark" for security for unpaid rent (probably used it to supply his wood-burning furnace), Wiley50 made it all the way to California, but then shortly thereafter died of exposure on the beach.
One of the times when he announced he was moving out there, the CalPig primitive did her usual Skippy thing, wishing him luck.
Which prompted him to remember something, and he then asked her if she'd put him up.
The CalPig primitive went away without answering.
And so I always blamed Wiley50's death on the CalPig primitive; she was in favor of his moving out there, and she had the means to put him up. In her palatial digs, she could've put Wiley50 up in a bedroom, and his presence wouldn't've ever been noticed. He would've been no bother.
But no.....while the CalPig primitive talks the talk, she never walks the walk.
The CalPig primitive murdered Wiley50.