He had loved her from afar for so long. He had loved her from afar because she never let him get near her. He had loved her from afar because he smelled rank. And… He smelled rank because he wouldn’t wear deodorant. He smelled rank because he was a man who believed his power lay in his manly stench. He smelled rank because he believed his true love would love his manly odour regardless. But… His manly odour had too much power. His manly odour could strip paint from 20 yards. His manly power seemed to mean that he would die alone. But… He did not die alone. He did get rolled on by a hungry bear. When he was mistaken for a pile of rotting flesh. And… Now he is a pile of rotting flesh. Rotting six foot under. Where hungry bears can’t roll on him.