A man carrying the holy grail of all tacos was walking along a sidewalk minding his own business, thinking to himself how delicious the tacos smelled. He was so stoked to get home and devour the mouthwatering tacos only to forget to look up and watch where he was walking. Looking down upon the beautiful works of art in his hands, he suddenly smacked dab right into a pole smashing hard against the pole and tossing his beautiful and beloved tacos into the heavens above, as he stumbled to regain his composure, he noticed out of the corner of his eye his beloved tacos flying through the air and he immediately snapped himself back into reality. Disgusted at himself for being so careless the man began to yell aloud at himself as he sat there gazing to the left of himself watching in torment as the tacos came crashing down hard into the street that lay adjacent to the sidewalk, just as the tacos hit the hot black pavement and exploded into a taco'y mess, a motorist in a red sports car came zooming by at a high rate of speed smooshing the taco bits deeper into the crevices of the cement flinging taco particles up into the atmosphere around him. The once mouthwatering and delicious tacos now lay sprawled out all over the street. A taco crime scene, tacos everywhere flattened into a gruesome mess. A figment instilled in that poor man's memory left there to haunt him forever. I don't know what this has to do with death but at the very exact moment that guy smacked dab into a pole somebody somewhere in this world died and we all know death sucks. True Story True Facts.