R.I.P.->Honoring Erick Johnson With Shit

I just come up with idea #5,312 that would be a fun thing to talk about doing but not actually do because its too much god damn work: Graphing all the crosses on my site by the time of day the accident occured. Keep in mind, I'm the down-syndromed fuck who over a decade ago said, 'It would be as funny as date rape if someone took a pic of all the roadside crosses they came across and then researched how the people actually ate it'. Then in 2009 I had the genius idea of chroncling all my shit for a year. So, don't over-mis-estimate me, after I run this graphing idea through my stupid idea equation I just might do it.

For now, and the purposes of this memorial; let's say I make that graph. How much of a cynical prick are you? If you had to bet your reproductive organs on it, where would you think the largest spike in that graph would occur? Probably either around 9am Sundays when people are going to church or Sunday noon when they are coming home from church, right? Those have to be #1 and #2, just by the sheer number of people commuting to church and the blissfully accepting state they are all in because of the wonderful afterlife they have waiting for them. Right?

Whichever you bet your fucknads on, the death of Erick Johnson is obviously an outlier. He died in a single car accident in Kanas City, MO on 7/7/2013 at 3:45 am. While it was not quite an hour after closing time, it technically was a Sunday, so maybe he was heading to get things set up for mass.

Who's the cynical prick now?