Scotty K was told that I would not take him to the funeral if he was drunk. He called a little before 4pm and said he was getting a ride from someone else. I was already in the truck when he showed up. He was totally plastered and wearing his green camo coat, which meant he had his jug of Korbel in the inside pocket. A number of people commented that he smelled like a brewrey. Not that I had respect for him to begin with but it just went lower. He could not even stay sober or at least slow way down on drinking before going to a funeral. We did not stay for the funeral. There were alot of people there and alot did not stay but there were alot staying and still coming. My knees were acting up, that is why I sat in the truck because the chairs inside were way too low for me to be able to sit gracefully and getting up would have been worse.