Rest in peace, Mr. Gurley
According to The History and Genealogy of the Gurley Family—a "poorly researched genealogy of the Gurley family of the South," according to one Amazon reviewer—I may have already lived and died once before.
This "well liked" Jason Gurley was the father of eight children (none of whom was named Squish), among them Benjamin Franklin Gurley, who died—unmarried, the record notes, almost spitefully—at the young age of twenty-four.
A bartender, horseman, hunter and postmaster with no particular ambitions (aside from bartending, horsing, hunting, and postmastering). I'm not sure old Jason Gurley and I would've gotten along all that well.
I don't know about you, but when I hear the term "great hunter," I imagine dangerous game, like bears or tigers, not...prairie chickens. This old Jason was a noted marksman and noted hunter, as the record states, but sought no "notoriety of any kind." Hrmm.
He strikes me as a bit curmudgeonly, though. Maybe we would have gotten along after all.