Ken? - But - we thought....?

Unbelievable! Outside the Cask, before closing time, we found a Ken doppelganger. Specs, beard, the lot. He even had a shirt with a small check. We duly stuck a Parker pen and a six pack of Henri Wintermans in the shirt's breast pocket and snapped away.

Poor bastard.

All in exchange for a Henri Winterman of course.

Ken turning up to his own wake in his favourite Ale House? Somehow that wouldnae surprise me.
One more out of body experience for good measure(s).