Not a person, but a dog I used to dog sit for, for decades. I should have been there that night, but I was out of town.
His name was Chocolate (due to his color).
Well, one busy weekend his owners had the bridal party at their house (daughter was getting married).
They left the house a chaotic mess before heading to the wedding and inadvertently left a bunch of chocolate on the couch.
Later that night, when the owners got home, they found Chocolate. D**d on the bed. A piece of chocolate falling from his mouth. Surrounded by chocolate wrappers.
His name was his demise.
His name was Chocolate (due to his color).
Well, one busy weekend his owners had the bridal party at their house (daughter was getting married).
They left the house a chaotic mess before heading to the wedding and inadvertently left a bunch of chocolate on the couch.
Later that night, when the owners got home, they found Chocolate. D**d on the bed. A piece of chocolate falling from his mouth. Surrounded by chocolate wrappers.
His name was his demise.