He had come to Los Angeles with a simple goal: two days of hard work, a few vehicles bought, shipments arranged, and then a proud return to Cuilapa. Instead, his name was read on the evening news, and his family’s first task was not welcoming him home, but finding a way to bring his body back across a continent. Friends remembered his jokes, his loud laugh, the way he filled every room; now they speak in past tense and refresh a fundraiser link that shouldn’t have to exist.