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It was October 29th. For a long time, Ringo had been preparing the most dazzling and beautiful costume he would wear on the night of October 31st to go trick-or-treating with his friends, while his depression silently consumed his mind. His costume was a star with a mechanism he had made himself that made it shine intensely, illuminating a good part of an entire street. After a long while, he finished his dazzling costume and was satisfied and happy with the outfit he was going to wear on the 31st.
He was completely sure that everything was going to go well.
...
Or so he thought.
His three study partners entered his room while they were playing together like little children. They were having fun when suddenly the three of them fell on top of each other, completely destroying Ringo's costume without realizing it. John and Paul didn't care much, but George became paranoid when he saw that the costume was Ringo's. He quickly told his companions that the costume was Ringo's and was now completely destroyed. Then the three Beatles left the scene to think about how to repair Ringo's costume and make another one even nicer.
It was already October 30th, Halloween was just around the corner, and Rich was beyond excited for tomorrow so he could show off his costume, which had taken so much effort and love to make. When he came in, he saw his friends doing something together, but he didn't think much of it. He went into his room, and what he saw was the last straw. His costume, the one he had made with so much effort, was completely destroyed and clearly crushed, probably by three people. His eyes instantly filled with tears. He silently left the studio and went home, regretting having left his costume in his studio room. He was devastated. His heart shrank so much it hurt. He had made up his mind. He was going to end it all.
...
It was already the 31st, Ringo had been absent since yesterday morning and today he said he would not be able to participate in the concert they were going to do today for Halloween, worrying his bandmates, especially George, his partner, who had accompanied him in everything since they met in Hamburg, forming a relationship two months after meeting. George had to be sent by John and Paul to look for Ringo to give him his totally impeccable costume to go play in a park. After driving for quite a while, he arrived at Ringo's house and slowly entered to find an incredible mess, unlike anything he'd ever seen. Bottles of alcohol were scattered everywhere, some broken, along with strange pills and a lot of dirt. He hadn't seen such a mess in ages, but that didn't bother him much. He just wanted to talk to Ringo and give him his costume. But when he opened the door...
He saw him.
Ringo was hanging, asleep, a rope tightly wrapped around the drummer's delicate neck, and he could do nothing.
'Yes?' John said, waiting for George to speak. 'Ringo,' came the voice from the other end of the phone. 'Ringo.. what happened to him?'
'He's dead.'