Harry wants to be a celebrity. Tried to make a sex tape last night but the tape got screwed. Damn 1970s video machine. Says prefer Blu Ray.
Harry wanted to make a death tape, but didn’t know anybody as died. His death was foretold but could not remember by who. Took a selfie.
Day photobomb went off, Harry was in the stalls. Explosion took him by surprise. He expected to die, as foretold, enjoyed fame instead.