One of my boyfriend's best friend died over the weekend. It was really sad. He was 36, never married, no kids, and pretty lonely. Very sweet and quiet guy. When we saw him on Friday night, he went home, saying he didn't feel good. Although he was massively obese, we thought he was in good health. He was supposed to be at the 4th of July parade on Saturday, but he never showed. We assumed he was just still sick, or just busy. He was found Monday morning by a group of local JW's that found him dead in his truck. I am sure my Mom thinks it is divine intervention that he was found, since he lived alone. Anyways, she had to give me just awful gruseome stories about how he was found. It is just sick and disrespectful. I can't figure out her obsession with the ishy details. I am wondering, is she losing her mind to Alzheimer's, or are other JW parents like this? I hope it's just my Mom. YUCK!!