He was the kind of guy who liked to eat the creamy part of the cheesecake first, and then eat the crust by rolling it into little balls and popping them into his mouth one by one. He was always saying, “Hey, if I can’t do it different or better than everyone else, it’s not worth doing.” Folks would smile and shake their heads, marvelling at what a stubborn fellow he was.

He also had a gaping bullet wound. Five minutes later, he was dead. The scary man with the gun said, “I hate it when you use my bathroom,” and he laughed and laughed and laughed and then walked away.