I was hiking with Alan and another person in the mountains somewhere. We had been drinking and Alan was a little tipsy. We came upon a deep canyon and Alan started running down the trail through the rocks, toward the bottom. He tripped over some rocks and plunged over the edge to his death. It was horrible - he hit several big boulders on the way down and bounced when he hit the bottom. It was obvious there was no way he could have survived the fall. I turned away screaming, "He's dead! He's dead! How are we going to tell Scheryl?"
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