You’ve Got a Friend in Me

Carol was sorely depressed because she had no kids, never married and her best friend died 9 months ago. Carol loved to go to the hospital. She was so lonely at home, but in the hospital she was well taken care of by nurses and doctors. People talked to her and asked her how she was feeling.

Carol wanted to go to the hospital again. She drank five glasses of 2007 Merlot (apparently it was a vintage year for California Merlot). Once the inebriation set in, Carol walked out to her concrete back porch with her cell phone in her pocket.

She staged a scene with a step ladder under a light fixture on her concrete pad. She climbed the ladder, unscrewed the bulb, and shifted her weight to tip the ladder towards the ground. Her plan was to fall and break a bone in a sort of staged accident. The plan didn’t go so smoothly.

Carol dropped the bulb which shattered and then she fell onto the glass shards. While falling, she panicked and attempted to brace her fall with her hand and fractured her wrist in multiple locations. Her right hip collided with the concrete and fractured as well with a large piece of bone separated from her iliac crest. Carol had superficial and deep cuts in her face, arms and hand from the broken light bulb. Carol was incapacitated.

She reached for her cell phone but found it was missing from her pocket. The cell phone fell out of her pocket and landed a few yards out of reach from her squalid body. Carol slowly lost consciousness from internal and external bleeding and died from hypovolemic shock. Yet, she gained an eternal friend: the friend of Death.