When we worked for the florist shop in Chicago, one night myself and another guy went to the Ambassador West Hotel at midnight to pick up after a Jewish wedding.
When we got there the band was playing and people were still dancing. The guy with me started taking flowers from the tables. I told him, "You can't do that when they are still dancing." He said, "I'k going out for a beer."
He never came back and I had to get all the equipment out by myself.
Several years later I was sitting in a bar room and who walks in? You guessed it, the guy that took off on me at the wedding.
He had a cane and I asked, "What happened to you?"
He said it was MS. He might be dead by now for all I know. ;)