My Son Died Because of a White Dress

When my husband accompanies his childhood sweetheart to the vet to treat her pet fish, my son accidentally spills his drink on her.

My husband watches as his childhood sweetheart's eyes redden. Then, he slaps my son hard and throws a stack of cash at him. "This is your chance to make up for your mistakes. Buy Wendy a dress—make sure it's white!"

My son dries his tears while holding onto the money. He roams the streets, searching for a white dress in the middle of the night. When he finally finds one, he ends up getting beaten to death by some drunk hooligans.