Meet Bob.
(Or, at least, Bob's skull.)

Bob is a little over 35 and enjoys long walks in the desert.

However, one day, a group of murderers decended on Bob, delivering hard blows and attacks on his person.

Poor old Bob was found with his grimaced face on his stomach, sprawled in an unusual position.
His neck was on a higher level of elevation than the rest of his tangled body.

Bob fell face first on the floor. His murderers then dug up a grave haphazardly, dumped his body face first into the eneven pit, and covered it with sand.

...

Bob and i are now friends, because when i groove to the radio on my phone, he doesn't roll his eyes at me.

Yay Bob!