He sat with the table next to his armchair creaking under the weight of snack foods and carbonated beverages.
He had a plate full of hotdogs on his lap, all in buns and all doused in high levels of ketchup and weak mustard.
The mega-TV was turned up as loud as it could go and he was going to enjoy the sporting event of the decade.
He'd dropped his hotdogs and kicked over the table before it started thanks to a massive heart attack.
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