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Originally Posted by Pudding
One of my nephews died last year and he was only 17. That was the longest and most miserable f*cking flight I've ever had to take back to the UK.
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Just seems so unfair, 17 hasn't even had the chance to experience life.
A friend of mine died at 40, fit as a bloody fiddle, died of a heart attack. He was also my boss and wasn't until the funeral and speaking to his wife and sister that I found out what I was to him. I think of him often and appreciate what he meant to me, RIP Paul.