Did he die?
No such luck, compadre.

You know how sometimes, everything in the entire world ceases to be interesting so you turn into a werewolf and ravage the streets of London for weeks on end, until the curse breaks and then someone from within the ranks of the law has somehow figured out that it's a lycanthropathy isssue and has even managed to to make you the prime suspect? So now youre poor, naked and in desperate need to get back to America without alerting this clever detective. And when you finally do, when you finally manage to get home, it's no like anything was more interesting than it was before, but it's so simple and calm that looking at pictures of beautiful naked girls and playing around on the internet is an intense joy again?

Well, that's not exactly what happened to me, but it was close.