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His life ended by a simple, coincidental mistake. It was summer of '97. He was about to get into his car and to work when he happened to spot something shining on the ground. It was a keychain. He shrugged and picked it up, admiring its miniscule polka-dot pattern. This deficit of attention, though, caused him to trip over a curb, ending up face-down on the sidewalk. Recovering, he went back inside his home to get a bandage, forgetting that he had to go to work. He arrived late an hour later, only to be fired by his boss. It took him five months to find another job. For a few weeks, he worked as a bartender. One night, right before closing up, a homeless man passed him on the street and offered him a small white packet of powder. He struggled with drug addiction for two years, but found help and was on the road to recovery. Literally. He was driving down a busy road to a recovery seminar when a speeding 16-wheeler collided into his vehicle, crushed him, and caused an enormous explosion. All that could be identified from the remains were the man's dental records, a rehabilitation pamphlet, and a polka-dot keychain.