There were 48 in my leaving cert class. We had a 50th reunion back years ago. 43 attended, 2 couldn’t (circumstances) 2 wouldn’t and amazingly we had only 1 deceased and that happened him at about 21, a brain tumour. In the intervening years a further 2 have slipped away but the ground get more slippy when you cross the 70 bump.
There was better nutrition in the stirabout back then. The nutri-bullet isn’t your friend.
I’d be struggling to think of anyone in my leaving cert year who died. Couple have fallen on hard times, couple more have been in prison and a couple died when we were in school (sniffing glue and drowning) but I don’t think any have died since. That would be out of 4 leaving cert classes.
I read an article a few years back about stag weekends, it’s scary the amount of people who don’t just get up to mischief or drink too much but actually die on them. Never been on one myself, only ever been on stag nights which weren’t that different to usual nights out really.
I was on a load of them. Nobody died but that may have been Grace of god. My mate did give CPR to a lad on one ( different group to us) and he survived.
I was at a wedding over in Italy. Due to fly out Monday morning. College buddy of mine and his wife went out with the wedding party family the day before.
They all had a load of drink, bar was by the beach, in he went into the sea with others for the craic, he drowned. They tried to get him back but it was too late.
Wedding took place Wednesday, flew home Friday, buried him on the Monday.
Terrible.
In my day a stag night was a few pints in the back room of Donie McLoughlins or Downes’s followed by a mince and onion pie and a bag of chips in the Emerald Isle and then home to bed.
I was invited on one stag weekend that to my shame I went to despite not wanting to for reasons that I won’t go into. It was in Glasgow and it was a horrible experience. A bunch of gonks going kart racing and the like and other pretend fun and then sitting nursing a pint for hours and me with a drought on me but not wanting to let the family down by being the only one on the weekend horsing into the drink. I couldn’t get out of the place quick enough.
was on a weekend in Newcastle, just a few of us boozing, met a few lads from Achill, one of the poor hoores ended up dying that weekend, he fell out of multi-storey car park…