Darren fell from a great height.

He just had his wedding. He married the love of his life, Carly. Carly was always happy, never a smile off her face.

They were on their honeymoon. They went to New York, New York.

They were walking down the streets after they enjoyed their dinner when they decided to take a detour and visit...

The Statue of Liberty.

They were stoked, neither of them had ever been there before. They took so many selfies before they got tickets to go up.

The longer it took the more excited they got.

After walking up all of the steps to get to the top, they immediately saw a fantastic view of the city.

They both shrieked in excitement.

The went over to the edge of the statue to take a selfie with their selfie stick they had just bought.

Darren held up the selfie stick and kissed Carly on the cheek and took the selfie.

Afterwards, they looked at the selfie and decided it was Instagram worthy.

As they both posted it on Instagram, Darren leaned back to rest himself on the railing...

...only to realize there was no railing for him to lean on.

He leaned back with too much weight that he toppled over and fell off of the Statue of Liberty.

"DARREN!!" Carly cried as she stared at his body at the bottom.

She ran down the steps as fast as she could to get to him, calling 911 in the process.

She eventually got to him. There was a swarm of people surrounding him, but Carly pushed past everybody and checked his pulse. She was a nurse, after all.

She felt no pulse. She attempted CPR.

Nothing worked. He fell from too high and landed right on his back. There was blood everywhere.

What felt like seconds but was only minutes the paramedics came and dragged Darren away from the area.

The Carly that once was never sad, was sad for one of the first times ever.