Luigi Mangione

My old man sold a policy to an old woman.

"When will I be covered?"

"You already are, the second you signed, like I said."

She slipped and broke her back in the bath, minutes after dad left. Covered. Done. Word spread like wildfire.

Dad didn't sell for one company, he sold for 20. He could tailor the contract to one's situation, wasn't beholden to one company's product. He sold what was right for a given person.

He later made bank from those same elderly people, converting their sorry CDs into annuities. Saved them loads of money, and made them more.

Dad wasn't always the most moral man, but goddamn he tried later in life. Still proud of his drunk ass.

Sucks that such a position exists, but he did his best. (This was in the 90s.)

EDIT: I should note, dad wouldn't have shot the CEO. He hated guns. He would have beat him to death, mano a mano. He practiced karate for 30-years, and was a bouncer for much of that time. Because he liked to fight. Complicated man, complicated life.