Lost his life in a building site accident. He accidently stumbled over a toolbox while running from the zombie horde and they tore pieces out of him. A safe workplace is everything.
Always resented the Village People for making a mockery of his manly profession. It didn't help that his best friends were a cop, a biker and an Indian Chief.
Had a way of wrapping that little towel of his. Locked strong. Even four months wandering the streets as a mindless corpse, that towel never dropped. His dignity intact.