One of the Jehovah's Witnesses I knew in one of the congregations I attended invited me over to dinner every Saturday after service. It was a nice "tradition." He (let's call him Matt) said he thought of me as his younger brother. Even though he was 20–30 years older, we were quite close. It was probably because of our similar personalities. We both enjoyed learning, and we both had the same type of humor (everyone else, except for one other Jehovah's Witness (let's call him Ben) who was around 50 years older and who also was one of my closest friends―probably the closest despite the age difference―thought we were crazy.) Matt and I laughed all the time. And Ben? Hell, he acted like a 10-year-old (in a good way―he played jokes on everyone but never crossed the line) even though he was almost 70... If I ever loved any one of my friends, it was these two.
Needless to say, we don't talk anymore.