One of our family friends dropped dead on Tuesday, apparently while he was over working at a neighbour's place. They popped out to do something, came back and there he was, dead.
It was one of those really surprising things to hear from one's Mum via SMS (I can't believe how hardly anyone I know (myself included) rings to share info any more - it's so SMSy - whether it ranges from "I'm going to the shops" to "The dog's been neutered" to "Aunt Mavis died and incidentally her house burnt down," but going off on a tangent there...). He was still pretty young and healthy and everything.
I mean, you know people aren't going to live forever, but it sucks when they die early or young or without a chance to say goodbye. But then it sucks equally when you still have the time to say goodbye and whatnot. One of our other family friends is currently dying of cancer and it's so not nice.
Plus is it just me, or do people or things sort of die in batches? (for want of a better word) (and no, now's not the time to cue jokes about serial killing, 'k?) Just kinda seems like all of these bad things happen in huge clumps and you're just getting over one thing when *whack* along comes another.
Guess it's why chocolate was invented.