It had been a long night and a long party. Jim's parents were out of town so he invited all his friends over. The kids at the party ranged from age 15 to 24. The "adults" brought the alcohol. It was around 10pm when my friend Scott decided he best get home. He had been playing quarters, and other drinking games. He was in no condition to drive, nor was I. A couple of kids at the party took his keys. Scott tried to explain that he just had to drive home or his parents would "kill" him. The kids decided that they would drive him home, in his car. Another car would follow to bring the driver back to the party.
About 45 minutes later, everyone arrived back at the party. Scott was home safely. Or so everyone thought.
The next day we would learn that Scott had been killed while drinking and driving. It turned out that the kids who took him home didn't know where he lived. Scott directed them to a short driveway. He then pleaded to be allowed to drive the short distance to the house, so his parents would not know he had been drinking. Because it was a short drive, the other kids complied. What they didn't know was that wasn't Scott's driveway. His driveway was two miles up the road. He crashed into another vehicle while driving the last two miles.
We were all devastated. We had tried to be responsible. We had taken his keys. We had done everything we could to assure that Scott would be with us at the next party. He wasn't. Scott's only get together was his funeral. Attended by kids who were still trying to figure out what went wrong.