Character: Horn

I had a friend, a young man, full of life, with an angel face and with muscles of a Panther, he cut himself, uncorking the bottle, and a few days later he died. There is nothing sillier than this death was impossible to imagine, but... at the same time - Yes, strange to say, but it's true: it would be less artistic, he having lived to old age... the Highlight, the point of life is sometimes in death.

You can't build a life on sand misery...