I'd appreciate to say that the coffee poured down his facial area and burned him up, then the breaking pot gave him a scar on his neck to match the just one on his stomach. A excess fat, pink scar ran from down below his midsection line to proper less than his still left nipple. I'd like to say it was a climactic, film-like end, exactly where the pot shattered on his head and he ran out crying. Those ended up the past words I ever heard him say.