Death Investigation Ongoing in Garberville After a Body Found at the South End of Town

No, please Say it wasn’t vern

Is it really Vern? OMG! My condolences to his family.

He will surely be missed. He was a good man. A little silly but definitely a good man.

Vern?,
Gosh, I hope not.
He’s a gem.
He had a very unique way of tickling a few bucks from the universe.
Super subtle.
Worked on me every time.
I would often give him ten bucks just to see that million dollar smile.
He was always very gracious.
Or I’d get him a cup of hot coffee in the morning from Gettiup.
No cream or sugar.
Coal Black.
Just how he liked it.

But my favorite memory of Vern was the time I passed him hitchhiking to Redway from Garberville.
I was feeling a little awkward for not stopping to give him a ride, as I usually did, and I was headed directly to Redway.
No matter, (pardon the pun), as it turned out, because upon my momentary arrival in Redway, lo and behold, my guilty conscience was relieved to see that, miraculously, Vern had somehow already arrived in Redway, and was already hitchhiking, with a woman now, back to Garberville, in front of the Shell.

He must have gotten a better ride.

Cue up the Star Trek transporter sound.

I’ve always heard that we die as we live, and the best death is in your sleep, or to just drop in your tracks, hopefully doing what you like to do. RIP to this good soul.

My favorite vern story. he told me he was on the mayflower and they stopped off at nam to drop him off and he had to parallel park the bitch. RIP vern

Vern taught US about community. How we are all interconnected and need each other. I loved this man with my whole heart. He was a sweet, gentleman that swore when he found that money he was giving it to the homeless. He was part of OUR community, and I will miss him forever. His mother and my mother shared rooms at the care home for a long long time. He would come in often to see her, and we would share a meal together. I always extreme weather sheltered him in the dead of winter to keep him and others alive. My condolences to his family, and all his friends. Whenever we got a new cop in town they would pick him up, and when they got their ”big catch” to the substation the other cops would say, ”that’s Vern, release him.”
One night I was out rounding people up at midnight to get them inside the shelter for it was 29’ degrees outside. I could hear Vern calling my name but I couldn’t see him. He had climbed up the pipe on the outside of wall on the building downtown all the way to the top of the building. He was also one of our hippy hill plaintiffs. We had been using hippy hill for decades because there was no place to be on our streets in so hum. We actually tried to buy hippy hill. We won they dropped the charges but the selfish local Silver spoon dope grower babies bought hippy hill for 3x’s what it’s worth, just so the Verns in our community had no where to sleep. Trying to push those that are less fortunate than them out to die on our streets. That property is useless to this day but was a life-saving tool for a very long time.
May your crossing to the other side be gentle.
Know that I love you, Vern Willis ❤️

I’ll miss you forever Mr. Willis~❤️

Aww how very sweet. You surely will be missed. ❤️

I called this guy a terrorist, as he used to spend a significant amount of time haunting the halls of JPH, claiming his “mother lived there” and that “his suitcase was missing”…

An obvious Meth and THC addict, he was deranged and clearly dangerous to the staff, an inappropriate sort of guy to have inside your building, and a healthy indication that the administrators at SHCHD do not have the safety and well-being of the staff in mind…

Kent Scown told me that Vern was “harmless”, but one day Vern was raving about “beating someone’s head in” and I told Vern ” not to talk like that, and that his suitcase was “over at the Sheriff’s office”, and then I told Kent that I would not be responsible for Vern’s safety in the future, if Vern was to be allowed in the building, or if he threatened my 60 year old sober person…

Vern was not cute, was not a “lovable local character”, Vern was a clear example of what drugs have done for Garberville and why life in Garberville is skewed towards the sick and weird, the intoxicated filthy and frightening…

RIP Vern, you taught us much about life in SoHum…

That’s funny, It wasn’t that long ago that I went To JPH in terrible pain.

I was hoping for some diagnostic imaging to pinpoint the problem.

They immediately asked me if I wanted a shot.
When I declined, they all blew their tops, and all three “doctors” literally turned purple yelling and screaming at me to leave immediately if I didn’t want a shot.

Bunch of addicts enraged at a missed opportunity to hijack and share a patient’s pain medication.

They were jonesing super hard.

I heard it’s called,”Standing in line” from other medical professionals.

I still see one of them still around.
Sound familiar?

Talk about the sick and weird, the intoxicated filthy and frightening.

Your whole comment sounds like projection.

Sounds like you don’t know how to treat people either, and are only concerned with yourself.

You ” Told Vern not to talk like that”, now listen to you blabbing about “not being responsible for his safety”.

Your comment should be taken as more of a threat than his.

He may have just been reliving his past, simply just thinking out loud, talking to no one in particular besides himself. You did not need to take offense over what he said, as it surely wasn’t directed at you.
Not only did you take his comments out of context, but you were eavesdropping, and interrupted him, as well. You should have just minded your own business, and treated his conversation as if it was a private one.
If he did not address you, you were not invited.

You teach us much about life in JPH, and the treatment to be received there.

I hope someone reconsiders the appropriateness of your employment there.

You are giving it a bad name. Or well, a worse name.

And since you do not identify yourself, no one is to be trusted there, you could be any one of them.

One more reason for me to never set foot in there again, as if there weren’t enough already.

You clearly did not know Vern, or his medical history.

You clearly can’t recognize the symptoms of TBI, and mistreated him, suggesting his suitcase was at the Sheriff’s office.
Totally inappropriate.

Remember the oath, do no harm.

A true medical professional knows better than to delve into someone’s delusion, let alone twist it for their own perceived benefit or amusement.

A simple kindness like a few alms or a cup of coffee, or simply an appropriate acknowledgement would easily reset his composure, and an extremely polite response from him would typically follow.

I also described Vern as harmless.
Probably the only thing I would agree with Kent on.

It’s unfortunate that not everyone figured that out.

It’s shameful that anyone messed with him, those are the people to truly fear.

Certainly they are ill suited to be in patient care or to even mop the floors in the facilities if they can’t keep their inappropriate comments to themselves.

I hope I haven’t pushed the envelope too far as far as the RHBB comments guidelines go.

Please edit as necessary.

But your insults to my dear friend have not gone unnoticed and I am deeply offended by them. They are much more a reflection upon yourself, to be certain.

JPH is an establishment that should demand the highest level of integrity from its’ employees, and to associate it with such a comment and attitude by one should be mitigated.

You’re free to relocate if you don’t like it here.
As far as where you can go?
Your suitcase is waiting, just use your imagination.

I picture it in Eastern Siberia.
One way ticket, preferably.
Pack light.
Enjoy the shade.

Bon Voyage.