John Hickenson lived during a time where the Great Depression took from him everything that he owned and made feel him human.
As he climbed the 40 sweltering flights of stairs to that roof ledge, he receited to himself the suicide clause of his life insurance policy.
He understood that he would have to make this look like an accident for his family to receive their beneficiary pay out.
He told his boss that he was checking the fans on the roof, something that the maintenance man who was laid off used to do. An accidental slip and fall would double as his demise and alibi.
He pried open the fan’s rusty cage and laws of motion shot him backwards to where his feet would find the fan’s incessant grease puddle allowing him to tumble from the roof’s ledge.
“Freedom at last!”
He was filled with peace until he passed the 28th floor and heard his cell phone ring. That’s when he remembered, that he was not really John Hickenson, but an actor studying his final character.