My Dad was involved in a wrongful death suit a decade or so ago that was related to Viverin. Seems that Johnny Paycheck had 3 full-time jobs. He didn't sleep. This had been going on for some time. After months of this, he died. When the coroner was investigating his death (must've been something potentially fishy about it), he went to the pharmacy listed in numerous receipts in the apartment.
Coroner goes up to the pharmacist and says, "Do you remember Johnny Paycheck?"
Pharmacist replies, "Oh God- he's dead, isn't he?"
Seems that the pharmacist had warned Johnny- Johnny was buying Viverin by the truckload, so to speak. He had been living on that and coffee for some time. Betcha his pulse rate rivaled a hummingbird's.
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