You’ve no doubt seen the coverage: Scandal and suicide on St. Pete City Council. And really, even for a callous asshole like me, it just doesn’t seem right joking about it. Well… that’s almost true…

Less than five hours later, he was slumped over in a golf cart in the garage of his Floral City house, dead from carbon monoxide poisoning. He was 56.

How long do you think it took him to realize golf carts are electric? That must have sucked. “Fuck, this thing is electric, I don’t smell any carbon monoxide. Goddammit! Guess I better fire up the riding lawn mower and the four-wheelers.”