A guy that I went to high school with, Mark Savage, died in a freak accident last weekend in Erie County, Ohio, while camping. Apparently, he was trying to secure the awning on the camper, and the wind knocked over the camper and pinned him down.
I haven't spoken to him or seen him probably since high school, but he was kind of the token big funny guy of our class. He sat behind me in French, and it was hilarious to hear him butcher the language, at the frequent displeasure of the teacher.
He had a band with a couple of other guys too, playing bass. Despite this rock-n-roll, he was into Milli Vanilli (weren't we all?). The thing I remember most though is that he was so damn funny, without even trying. Some people just have that gift. That he became a lawyer, a decidedly unfunny profession, is ironic in a way that seems suitable for his personality when I knew him.
It sucks to hear about anyone you've known dying, but it's even worse when it's someone your own age. It's a reminder that you can't dick around through life waiting for things to happen, or wallowing in some kind of misery. The truth is, you don't know how many days you have left. Better enjoy today.