You knew Bob, but not much on a personal level--- Other than him preferring to be called Angel. You saw him walk by your house every Sunday morning on his way to church. But sadly, due to tragic events, you met him once more at the funeral home.

He was quite intimidating size wise, but obviously had a heart of gold. In all honesty, with how modest and clean he presented himself, you thought he came straight from the 50s.

As the two of you stood there, grieving your losses, Angel spoke up.

"It's a shame, really. What a helpful man he was, honestly."