NY Post – A dream vacation turned into the stuff of nightmares when a man died while proposing to his girlfriend underwater, according to a report.
Steven Weber Jr. and Kenesha Antoine were vacationing in Tanzania and staying in an overwater bungalow with a bedroom submerged in the sea when Weber Jr. popped the question early Friday, the Louisiana Advocate reported.
A video Antoine posted to Facebook shows him swimming up to the bedroom window with a plastic-wrapped note and a ring box.
“I can’t hold my breath long enough to tell you everything I love about you,” the note read. “BUT . . . everything I love about you I love more EVERY DAY!
“Will you please be my WIFE? Marry me??”
Antoine can be heard laughing with excitement in the background.
Wearing a snorkeling mask and fins, Weber Jr. is seen swimming back up to the surface, but he never made it to the top, Antoine said.
“You never emerged from those depths, so you never got to hear my answer, ‘Yes! Yes! A million times, yes, I will marry you!!’” Antoine wrote in the heart-wrenching social media post. “We never got to embrace and celebrate the beginning of the rest of our lives together, as the best day of our lives turned into the worst, in the cruelest twist of fate imaginable.”
The post shows the couple in happier moments on their trip: during a safari with a giraffe in the backdrop and giving their Facebook friends a tour of their tropical abode.
It’s unclear how Weber Jr., a residential assistant at an addiction rehab center in Baton Rouge, Louisiana, died.
What do you mean, it’s unclear how he died? I’m gonna go out on a limb here and say he drowned. I’m no forensics expert, but typically if you are swimming one minute and then dead the next, I know we can absolutely rule out vehicular homicide. Now, if you get pwned because you accidentally drowned yourself, does that mean you got dwned? And, I know it’s probably semantics, but I’m not sure how I like that sentence in bold above: “The post shows the couple in happier moments on their trip.” Oh, you mean, as opposed to capturing pictures of moments that weren’t so happy on their trip? Like the part where she ran on to the Lido deck to kiss this dude, check out the ring, maybe go below deck for a quick hj/bj, etc., but instead found him floating on the surface with blue skin? Or the part where she had to wait for an ambulance, or whatever they have in Tanzania (two guys come running out of the jungle with a gurney made out of tree branches and banana leaves) only to see the coroner zip the body bag up and over his head? Or, how about that great time-lapse of them unloading him from a hearse and into an ice chest at the morgue? I mean, Jesus F. Christ, of course the photos are from happier times on the trip.
Anyway, however you slice it, this guy just set the new record for “till death do us part.” More like “till breath do us part”, amirite? Do I feel bad for him? Of course. He was trying to propose in a very unique, albeit, staged way, and wanted it to go viral on social media. Well, mission accomplished, because the video went viral after his fiance shared it on Facebook. And, while society has succumbed to absorbing each and every mundane Facebook post (someone who is “Momming so hard” in my feed just posted how Monday is laundry day), from time to time, we, as a people, need a little brevity, and this time it comes in the form of someone else’s untimely yet completely avoidable demise. Now, do I disagree with her for sharing the video of his last moments alive, accompanied by a long ass post about how she said yes? You know, I want to disagree with her, but people grieve in different ways. Grievers gonna grieve. Still, some people may find it was “too soon” for her to post the video and her reply to him, which he will never see, because obviously there is no Facebook in heaven. Conversely, it would not surprise me one bit if there is Facebook in hell.
This appears to be the final chapter in this story, but, if she decides to plan a wedding ceremony in his honor, could you even imagine the invitations?