Another of my high school classmates died over the weekend. We are all in shock. A few weeks ago he was in town and a bunch of people met at the local bar to wish him well- he was going to Afghanistan. We didn't go- after all, the reunion is just next year, and we didn't really have a babysitter anyways. Now I wish we had gone. I don't even know if he even made it to Afghanistan- he died of a heart attack this weekend. He would have been 41 or 42.
Makes me feel rather petty bitching about a dead septic system.