I've seen a lot of strange and very often stupid things happen around a campfire over the years, for sure.

A little too much Coleman fuel here. A errant hot marshmallow there. A heavy dose of Jose Cuervo all around.

Clothes set afire from popping sparks and flying embers. Boots and sneakers melted into globs.

Nearby grasses and overhead tree branches set aflame, requiring a bucket brigade to douse the conflagration.

Hot pots tipped and contents spilled onto tender toes. Hands and fingers crisped in similar fashion.

I've even witnessed friends trip and stumble onto the hot coals, but quickly pull away.

The list goes on.

Until today, however, I'd never heard of anybody falling into a campfire. Remaining there. And dying.

But that's apparently what happened to a Rockport man recently.

Yep, fell into his campfire and died.

Details of the tragic incident TBA by the state M-E.

Wonder if the demon alcohol played a role?

Hmmm...

Darwin Award?