He Didn't Even Have Insurance

Author's Notes:bro i dont even go here but i was so tilted heraing about this character drama from my friend when i originally wrote this.... i had to take their request.

2026 update: LOL LMAO ROFL GET FUCKED PAUL REST IN PISS

"She... she took the urn," Paul Rabin muttered. His hands trembled as he struggled to get the keys to his new used Corolla. Mary Jane had left him. She had taken everything. His car, the apartment, the urn that held their alternate universe kids' ashes. It was all gone. Tears stung his eyes.

How?

How could this happen?

His throat burned as he choked back a sob. He continued to tremble as he remembered his life with MJ. His short, short life with MJ. They were supposed to be together forever.

Screams tore through the NYC air. He looked up from the ground. The world around him was blurry thanks to his tears. Suddenly, he saw a blue-red blur shoot towards him. Glass shattered everywhere as the blur crashed into his Corolla's windshield. A deep groove appeared in the hood.

"Sorry!" a familiar voice called out before swinging back into action. It was Spider-Man.

Paul collapsed.

He didn't get super insurance yet.