One of my band mate's friends killed themselves a while back. He had dark hair, played the stratocaster just like me, and enjoyed cooking. I was just going through the house when I saw the guitar lying down next to a wardrobe. I asked about it and they responded that to get to know him I can open up this gift that was meant for him. Inside was some cooking supplies for sweets. The promise was that I would bake for everyone. I did.