Hi Cutting a long story short, I had a best mate in the early 90's, we had previously shared a flat after I'd split with my girlfriend(he later moved back to his mum's anyway to enjoy the home comforts of free everything!) and often used to go jogging, drinking and socialising together, sometimes seperate and sometimes with a wider circle of mates (including his older brother). We never stopped laughing at each other's sharp and often warped humour, enjoyed similar tastes in music, film, comedy and books, and the others used to say nights were greater when we showed up. He was physically fit, good looking, intelligent, employed, had a close family and a caring girlfriend (who resented our friendship)and had just bought a 2nd hand car. Then came April 11th 1994. He was waiting for me outside my flat after work wanting to go for a beer or ten, and he showed me his 'new' car. I didn't think it odd as he'd still called back to my flat (his old flat) often. He drove us near the town centre, left the car and, after a fantastic night out we were catching different buses. He walked off in a different direction with the words "See ya"...and I never saw him again... His brother showed up the next afternoon in tears and stunned me with the news of his having gassed himself... in his car. I've been heartbroken ever since, have dumped nearly every supposed/actual friend since and still even today am angered that whilst I miss my friend(as Morgan Freeman says in 'Shawshank redemption')- or he was stolen from us- most of this living society is made up of mostly arrogant, two-faced a**eholes. Then my youngest brother also gassed himself on xmas day 2002.... Great world, huh?