I examine my own life, and the white-hot shitshow I was thrust into at birth, and because I made it out OK, I also recognize that not every else in the same circumstance can. Sure, Sean didn't have have the same drive as me (and I honestly can't even say where that drive came from), and clearly, he didn't have any friends who could steer him down another path. I don't know. I'm lucky, I guess—things could have very easily turned out the wrong way for me.
For me, Sean was the literal embodiment of a human tragedy.
I hope he finds, in whatever the afterlife holds, everything he couldn't here.