20 years from now, conversation with my then kid at a boxing match...

"Who's Dana White?"

"He was this jackass with a big mouth. Ran a thing called UFC. Mixed arts fighting deal. It went out of fashion, kinda like roller derby, and glittery hair gel."

"And how did he die again?"

"Leaving a turkish bath I read, mumbling something about ruling the world in a drunken stupor when he staggered into the street. Hit by one of those new prius taxi cabs."

"Those things are lame."

"Sure are son. The funny part is, was this guy named Scott Cocker driving it."

"Who's that?"

"A taxi driver, apparantly."