Three days ago some friends of mine, a married couple, were watching TV and he says to his wife that he doesn't feel good. Then he started throwing up blood. Then he was dead. Just like that. Here today, gone five minutes later. So we are having a memorial service for him next Tuesday.
And there is a party tonight that happens every year. Big Big party. I bet there were several hundred people there the last couple of times I went. But tonight, Hadon collider day, the party is very small. Not even 100 people. That was weird enough.
But I am sitting talking to the gentleman who is hosting the memorial service for the guy who died on Tuesday. He is telling me how he never feels the least bit upset when someone dies because he knows they have gone to a much better place and he really really believes that. He admires them. Then he goes outside, falls down, hits his head on a rock, his legs start flailing, and he doesn't want to get up when the seizure, or whatever, stops. He just keeps telling everyone he feels terrible and he doesn't want to move.
Then I start feeling like the ground is moving underneath me and I nearly fall down, twice. And I lose my balance a little bit twice more. All I wanted was to leave the stupid party, but the guy who rode with me says he thinks he might be able to score with a lady, and he isn't ready to go yet. He keeps telling me to wait a minute. On the way home he explains that he hasn't had sex since his girlfriend broke up with him a few months ago, and he was enjoying flirting with people.