The real lesson here is not about Daniel’s death—it’s about paying attention to red flags. If your new partner has a “memory box” full of expired phone chargers from exes, run. If they mysteriously laugh when you mention life insurance, run faster. And for the love of all that is holy, never accept a drink you didn’t see poured from a freshly opened bottle. Daniel ignored all these warnings, and look where it got him: a prime-time death scene and a meme status that will outlive his short, tragic life.
So, yes, Daniel dies. It’s sad. It’s messy. It’s over-the-top enough that my grandmother—who usually falls asleep during thrillers—snorted and said, “Well, at least he won’t have to pay rent next month.” That’s the vibe. He’s gone, but his death gave us two things: a cautionary tale and an excuse to never trust anyone who says, “I have a great new recipe for tea.” Cheers, Daniel. You won’t be missed, but you’ll be memed forever.