And thus did the world never hear from the one known simply as "Celly" ever again. Many just speculated that he hung himself in his closet with his money belt to be closer to the smell he loved with such passion. Some speculated though, as the the funeral service was a closed casket event and even the Medical Examiner's report was sealed. After numerous attempts by the media and some large money-backed fraternity, the documents were ordered unsealed for verification. However, between the time of the court order and the opening of them the following morning, all associated documents disappeared mysteriously. Some say ol' Celly really didn't die, that he simply absconded to Canada to be close to the nicer version of the American Mountainous Yeti's (A.K.A. MidWestBeasts). Others claimed to have sighted him in Nova Scotia pounding on random doors wearing rags, smelling like dung, and voice raw from yelling for somebody named Bob. Personally, I put more stock in the lesser known but more feasible story that his mind just popped. It was due to an accumulation of stressors that made him dip into his entire stash of nootropics guzzling supplements down by the bottle and injecting other for a faster response. This acute overdose changed him in ways that are indescribable. He was reported to join some overseas militia but was hospitalized after several episodes of self-mutilization making him unrecognizable. He is now suspected to be kept in a secret overseas insane asylum where he is being used for not-so-scientific experiments.