CHAPTER 1
He was on his motorbike, riding like there was no tomorrow. Well for him, there wasn't going to be tomorrow. As soon as he saw the truck, he knew he was doomed. He was speeding; no matter how many times Santana had told him not to, the adrenaline was his crack. He couldn't stop, well, he wasn't able to stop.
His life flashed before him. He thought about his wife Santana and his son Jeremy. He thought about the pain they'd go through, all caused by him. He thought about his and Santana's wedding. It wasn't big, only a small ceremony in his backyard. They couldn't afford anything too fancy, but they didn't care, it'd been perfect. He'd been happy when Kurt turned up with Blaine, his recently named husband. The two had come back to Lima from New York just for their wedding.
Three years later on his 24th, his son was born. Jeremy Phillip Puckerman. They barely afforded living by themselves, after only Santana had gotten into college. She'd finished slightly early. He'd loved his son more than anything in the world; he was light of his life. He hadn't thought he could love a kid as much as he loved him.
Him and Santana had had their up and downs. They'd been on the edge of divorce a couple of years ago after a fight about him being too lazy, and needing to get a job. In an attempt to piece his marriage back together, he'd reluctantly gotten a job at McDonalds cleaning the floors and tables. That hadn't lasted too long luckily, and he got a job at Burt Hummel's garage, helping him after he'd had a second heart attack, only just surviving.
The trucks lights blared at him, and he swerved to the side, falling off of the bike and skidding into the lake with a speed like no other, the freezing coldness burning his skin as he sunk to the bottom of Moore's Lake. He was 29, his whole life in front of him, but he'd ended it by not listening to his wife.
Fucking typical.
A/N: Okay, I'm trying this out and seeing if people want me to continue with the other characters. If you have anyone specific poeple you want to go next or a way they die, let me know. I may do characters more than once if by popular demand.