You Bastard! I am trying to forget about death and inheritance
GroBenjii had just come back to his home town of Markarth from a long and dangerous Dawnguard Retrieval Quest. After spending the day smithing, enchanting, selling, sorting and socializing as per usual, he went down (also as per usual) to the Silverblood Inn for a drink with his best drinking pal Cosnach. Benjii had forgotten what gear he had imparted to his mate and therefore asked to look into his inventory... nothing suss
After several more ales, songs, roasts, toasts and hilariously repeated one liners, Benjii took Cosnach's entire set of Epic-smithed Dwarven armour and weapons and promised to have them smithed up better and enchanted or maybe even swapped for some Ebony gear. As they were leaving the Inn arm in arm singing about the sexy forsworn tribal wife (good song that), the familiar sound of guards attacking rang through the air. Thinking it was just a bandit raid, the drunken pair separated and half walked home expecting the eager guards to take care of the threat. It was only when Benjii was halfway up the steps that he heard the unmistakable sound of a vampiric life drain spell. Instincts taking care of the drunkenness, Benjii unsheathed Dawnbreaker and jumped down the steps to see his friend, Cosnach attempting to bare fist box a Volkihar vampire... poor drunk fool. The vampire swiftly separated his head from his body who in turn got his own head separated by Dawnbreaker.
Cosnach still lays dead and decapitated on the ground just inside the Markarth gates
Benjii still hasn't read the Inheritance letter as it is still too raw and hurtful.