Timothy Anderson died when he was twenty-nine years old. According to his mother he had married again, and moved to New Jersey so he and his new wife could be closer to her family. One night after his shift at work, he came upon an accident scene—a car had crashed into a utility pole and was aflame. He pulled a young woman from the burning vehicle. Moments later he stepped on a live wire. He suffered severe burns. The coroner said the electricity likely killed him instantly. There was talk of him receiving a posthumous award from the city, but nothing came of it. There was no funeral, just a small family service. Until his mother died last month, his ashes were kept in an urn on the family mantel, next to his faded Polaroid portrait and his silver EMT badge.