I was selected to watch Walt Disney. My only task was to ensure he did not commit suicide. When I met him, I was stunned. He did not look like a man that was about to die. Maybe he was just trying to fool me, but he seemed legitimately happy.
Our day together was just that, happy. We shared a delightful breakfast and proceeded to explore various antique shops in the city. I was weary about letting Walt into these shops as they typically sell various forms of weaponry that could inflict self-harm. He remained relatively calm and only purchased one item, a gold pen and pencil set.
It was time to head to our room over at the Sheraton hotel. The night was peaceful. In the morning while I was brushing my teeth, Walt decided to make a run for it and jump out the window. I ran after him and caught him, but as soon as I did, the hotel exploded.
We were sent flying through the window. I was fine, but Walt was too shocked. I carried him in my arms to a nearby park. He died. I put his body down on the grass where a person walking by spray painted his body so that it would blend in with the grass.
Laneous Missile 