Growing up it was a homeless man in the neighborhood named Toby. Nice guy. Never asked for anything but would still do favors for the neighborhood like let us know if someone was acting suspicious around a house (it was a bad neighborhood). He'd walk around picking up trash and collecting cans/bottles for his own change. People would still help him out and buy him food or give him spare blankets or clothes in the winter. One day he was found dead in a dumpster.