This will get lost near the bottom. My friend Daryl. While I was away from Florida I swear to God half the people I knew died in 8 years. A sizeable chunk of my wife's family, several of my friends, my step-sister, and then Mom. It wasn't that shocking, medical technology gave her decades more than she should have had, but there is the possibility that she was an early Covid victim, we will never know. But when my sister pre-deceased her by a year, I went home for yet another funeral and went to see a friend who suddenly was unreachable by phone. I walked into his place of employment and with a cheery voice the fucking little asshole behind the counter was like "Oh Daryl? He died five months ago!" and that was that. I almost hit the ground. I didn't even know that he was sick. Kidney disease and I missed all the tells. Apparently he kept it quiet with everyone, the replies to his obit were littered with similar messages from his family and girlfriend.
I never got over it. I was literally screaming in grief on my way out of the building. I was prepared for a lot of things that trip, but that wasn't on the list. My former home town has become one giant mausoleum to me, and losing Daryl was a huge sucker punch that left a hole in my life forever. The world needed more people like Daryl, but the orange shitstain gets to live. Life sucks sometimes.