I was drowning my sorrows in the pub & the barman asked why I was so upset.
“Just come back from a mates funeral. Great lad, knew him since nursery. He was such a special person, at primary school he was described, the boy most likely to succeed. Through high school & college, they described him as the student most likely to succeed. Then at our degree presentation last year, they chose him as the graduate most likely to succeed. A real shame he’s gone” I commented sadly.
“Ah, I feel your pain mate, he sounded like a great guy. Do you mind me asking how he died?” asked the barman.
“Tragic. He overdosed on seeds.” I replied.