Oh Rory Williams/Pond. The Boy Who Waited, The Lone Centurion, The Most Unfortunate Man In The Universe. He died a really remarkable amount for one man. He was basically a trans-dimensional version of Kenny from South Park. He gets himself dissolved in time, jumps off a building, turns into sand in a dream-realm, drowns, dies of old age in another dream, and finally gets done in by the Weeping Angels. Now, to die once is unfortunate. To die on six separate occasions is carelessness. Rory proves that just because Claras also got form for this herself: her Victorian governess incarnation stacked it off a cloud on which the TARDIS had parked and lost a short argument with the ground, leaving her sadly deceased. She's a pretty sharp gal and shouldn't make the same mistake twice.