He lacked the imagination to know he had none. He was content with his 401(k), his moderately successful job, the cornucopia of televised sports on the weekends (both professional and college) , and his Kia Optima Hybrid. He recycled, paid his taxes on time, drank beer in moderation, and collected X-Men memorabilia as an investment. He tipped well, watched the neighbors’ dog when they went away on vacation, and bought lottery tickets every other week. He bought his clothes online (mostly Eddie Bauer and J. Crew), chewed Eclipse spearmint gum, and read The Wall Street Journal. He watched his cholesterol, stayed away from gluten, and was a member of the local fitness center. He voted Republican, watched Scoobie-Doo with his son on the Cartoon Network and was disappointed that “Breaking Bad” wasn’t about billiards.
He didn’t suspect a thing when his wife shot and killed him in the Wal-Mart parking lot three days before his fortieth birthday.