Hoobastank
WILLIAM (BILLY) WEBB died today, April 14th at 2:35 p.m. He was 26. The son of famous novelist, James (Jimmy) Webb, Billy was a construction worker on the north side of Chicago. And nobody really knew him. Other than his girlfriend, Marla Fincher, 24. And the guys on the site.
Having eaten a late lunch at Subway, Billy and Todd Stevens, of Even Stevens Construction, returned to the site of a house remodel at the 4500 block of Ainslie Street. Billy was on the roof with a nail gun correcting some minor problems that had arisen in the short time they had been gone.
“I told him I was so sick of hearing that Hoobastank album and if he didn’t change it or at least switch on the radio, I was gonna’ use the nail gun on him. I feel really awful now.” - Todd Stevens on the site after the incident.
Evidently, while Billy was trying to adjust the radio at Todd’s request, he slipped and fell off the roof. The fall itself would have only caused minor scrapes and bruises, but he carried the nail gun with him. All the way to the ground. In an effort to brace his fall, the gun discharged in his hand and two 4 inch coppers went through Billy’s chin and straight into his skull. He died instantly.
“After he fell, we were all so busy trying to get help that we didn’t even notice that infernal album playing in the background. The one he was trying to stop when he fell. It played all through the time the paramedics were here and long after they took him away. I think my feelings have changed now. I’m going to talk to his father about having it played at his funeral. I don’t know if he’d be too cool with that though. Hoobastank at a funeral? I don’t know. I just think it’s appropriate.” - Todd Stevens, again.
Marla is in Indiana visiting relatives and couldn’t be reached for comment at the time of this release, although she has been informed of Billy’s death. And we expect she will be in therapy within the week. Jimmy Webb, whose current novel, The Revelations of a Left Behind Purpose Filled Life, is number one on the NYT bestseller list, expressed his sadness over the loss of his only son, but added, “If William had gone into a more white collar profession, as I have encouraged him to do for years, I have to believe that none of this would have happened. Writers don’t use nail guns.”
“He’s an idiot. No respect. No love whatsoever. I don’t care how big shot a writer he is. All us guys are going to show up at that funeral, and we are going to play Hoobastank. For Billy. For his life.” - Todd Stevens, once again. (Upon hearing the words of Billy’s father)
Having eaten a late lunch at Subway, Billy and Todd Stevens, of Even Stevens Construction, returned to the site of a house remodel at the 4500 block of Ainslie Street. Billy was on the roof with a nail gun correcting some minor problems that had arisen in the short time they had been gone.
“I told him I was so sick of hearing that Hoobastank album and if he didn’t change it or at least switch on the radio, I was gonna’ use the nail gun on him. I feel really awful now.” - Todd Stevens on the site after the incident.
Evidently, while Billy was trying to adjust the radio at Todd’s request, he slipped and fell off the roof. The fall itself would have only caused minor scrapes and bruises, but he carried the nail gun with him. All the way to the ground. In an effort to brace his fall, the gun discharged in his hand and two 4 inch coppers went through Billy’s chin and straight into his skull. He died instantly.
“After he fell, we were all so busy trying to get help that we didn’t even notice that infernal album playing in the background. The one he was trying to stop when he fell. It played all through the time the paramedics were here and long after they took him away. I think my feelings have changed now. I’m going to talk to his father about having it played at his funeral. I don’t know if he’d be too cool with that though. Hoobastank at a funeral? I don’t know. I just think it’s appropriate.” - Todd Stevens, again.
Marla is in Indiana visiting relatives and couldn’t be reached for comment at the time of this release, although she has been informed of Billy’s death. And we expect she will be in therapy within the week. Jimmy Webb, whose current novel, The Revelations of a Left Behind Purpose Filled Life, is number one on the NYT bestseller list, expressed his sadness over the loss of his only son, but added, “If William had gone into a more white collar profession, as I have encouraged him to do for years, I have to believe that none of this would have happened. Writers don’t use nail guns.”
“He’s an idiot. No respect. No love whatsoever. I don’t care how big shot a writer he is. All us guys are going to show up at that funeral, and we are going to play Hoobastank. For Billy. For his life.” - Todd Stevens, once again. (Upon hearing the words of Billy’s father)
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