Dean mowed the lawn with a vigor he hadn't felt in years.
He waved to the neighbors that walked on by, a smile emanating from his very soul. A new mother pushing her baby waved back.
The next step was to pull the weeds from his mother's flower bed, and he reveled in the dirt and tried not to imagine a grave underneath.
As he took the trash to the curb, he noticed the neighbor's grass.
"Hmm," he said, "The grass is always greener on the other side."
Drinking beer, he thought, "This is the best day of my life."