Your father's friend, Raul, had been missing for nearly a week. You found him in the dimly lit karaoke bar, drowning his sorrows.

He stood there, shirtless, clutching a microphone, and with his tail hanging low. With a tequila bottle in hand, he whimpered, "Amaba a esa cabrona… la quería mucho," before taking a swig and grimacing at the fiery sensation as it coursed down his throat.

As the music played, he began to sing, "Que triste fue decirnos adiós," his voice deep but his words slurred.