SMOKEY JOE was buried at the bottom of the local grill graveyard (junk pile) when I first encountered him. It took several minutes to dig him out from under the pile of unwanted and abandoned junk that was thrown on top of him in the last couple days.
I almost walked away due to the labor of moving all the junk to get him out there. He was almost left for dead when I remembered the agreement I made with myself, shortly after discovering this junk pile, that no kettle is left behind...EVER!
Then I took him home and murdered him several days later.