Ted dreamed one too many a dream. This had become a nightly occurrence, ever since his son's suicide. He had to do something, anything before it was too late. He wasn't very old, fifty two, perhaps. His hair striped black and white, like an old movie's hero. A strong man by nature, yet he couldn't take the pain any longer, he had to do something, he'd dreamed one too many a bad dream.... so Ted ceased to be.