“Anderson County Deputy Coroner Don McCown said Blake Randall Wardell was hanging around with some other people in a garage at that location when he put on a bullet proof vest they had found.” Wardell asked the others in the garage to shoot him, and the shot from a small caliber weapon went above the Kevlar of the vest and into his heart, killing him, according to McCown. - FreakOutNation
Yeah, I grew up with Blake Randall Wardell. Some people called him Blake, some called him Randall, we always just called him Blake Randall Wardell. The first time I met him, I'd just moved into the neighborhood, and he came over and said, "Hey, I just got a new bike helmet. Let's try it out." He was wearing that bike helmet and had a big old sledgehammer in his hand. Blake Randall Wardell ended up in the emergency room, natch. Concussion. I gotta hand it to the manufacturers, though. That helmet took about five or six slams from me before it finally cracked.
But you couldn't keep old Blake Randall Wardell down. He was always up to something. Irrepressible, that guy. Like the time he invited all the guys over with lighter fluid and matches to try out his new flame-resistant pajamas. Or when he got that watch that said it was waterproof up to 1,000 feet. Blake Randall Wardell said he couldn't imagine anything being that waterproof. So naturally he hitch-hikes down to Florida, stows away on a charter boat, and throws himself overboard with a cinder-block tied to his ankle. That guy.
We were all real sad to hear what happened to Blake Randall Wardell. Not surprised, exactly, but sad. He should have known that vest wasn't no good. Take for example those hand grenades he found. If those were duds, why would he expect the vest to be any better. But that was old Blake Randall Wardell. He had to try out everything for himself. You couldn't tell him nothing.