…and just as you were about to reach the peak of Mount Everest — in all your excitment and shit — you saw your best friend who had died there months earlier?
Cause that happened.
DailyMail — A man who climbed Everest found the body of his friend who had died hours after conquering the summit only months before.
Rodney Hogg saw the body of his climbing friend Peter Kinloch on a ledge 1,000 ft below the peak as he neared the top of the mountain.
Mr Kinloch, 28, had been attempting the Seven Summits Challenge last year, in which climbers attempt to conquer the highest peak of each continent.
Mr Hogg, 44, told the Mirror newspaper: ‘When I saw him I instantly knew it was Peter. You could see his face. It was like he was lying on his back taking a rest.’
‘It was too dangerous to climb down to get closer to him so I had an emotional moment up there to pay my respects,’ said Mr Hogg.
I don’t mean to be a Debbie Downer on a Friday but this story literally has my mind boggled. Is it just me or would anyone else have a really hard time continuing the climb? I feel like I’d be entirely too freaked out. Like have-poop-freeze-in-your-pants freaked out. I’ve never seen a dead body outside of a funeral home and I’m pretty sure I’d like to keep it that way.
And I don’t mean to sound arrogant and shit, but I would 100% try to get the body. I know I just said I’d be too freaked out that I’d probably shit myself, but that doesn’t mean I’m not going to try to be the hero. Go down trying to rescue the body of your BFF? That’s like GMA or 20/20 shit right there. Die in a blaze of glory — that’s the only way to go if you ask me.