Once of the saddest things I can remember witnessing growing up happened at a Christmas morning church service in a large church that took its music program very seriously. When the time came for a trumpet solo the professional trumpet player was obviously still drunk from the night before and totally flubbed the solo. I'm pretty sure his professional reputation was toast, that's typically the final stage of the descent where one can no longer function on the job and at critical times. So sad, I hope he found his way out of that hell.