One of our board members came through my checkout line today. He had gone to Gus' funeral this morning and asked if I had heard about Gus' cell phone. I had not. Apparently, Gus' daughter told this man that Gus had his cell phone out when he died, and that he had managed to dial the numbers 9 and 1.
91. He fucking tried to call 911 and got that close. It freaks me the Hell out, man.