How...

This was the word that first entered Marvin's mind as he saw his drunk butler swaying around his study room with a metal softball bat in his hands...Marvin was the ideal hard worker of life...he had married an ex-model who genuinely loved him back, he owned a tech company that was world-renowned, he had made a fortune in life...and at an extremely young age...

He had made a circle of friends who held important roles in modern society such as the presidents of countries, senior executives over at the United Nations and he was on good terms with some of the other tech companies...

He always imagined that if he were to suddenly die it would be an assassin sent by some government or some incurable illness, he never imagined that the man to kill him would be his own 42-year-old butler who had been an extremely good friend to him and his family for the past seven years...apparently he had just recently returned from a secret drinking party with his colleagues...

When his butler entered the study room to answer his master's request for him, his drunk butler saw a watermelon laid on top of a table when he entered the study room when he was, in fact, looking at his master's sleeping head...and this man believed that watermelons were meant to be crushed...unfortunately there was a metal bat on the floor next to one of the bookshelves...thus the bloody room..,

The strange thing was as Marvin lay on the cold wood floor...he didn't even think that this was unfair at all...

He was thinking of something far more important than whining...his mind was only thinking about how his butler mistook his head like a watermelon...

Thus he died without any regrets...but with questions about how his head shape looked similar to a watermelon...

The world's most successful prodigy died by the hands of his drunk butler...

whatever would happen to the fruits of his hardworking life... was no longer his problem...'