Man, what the actual FUCK, universe? My dad just called to tell me that my 42-year-old cousin died. My dad says that "they" (I don't know if "they" means the coroner people who picked up the body) told my uncle it was a heart attack, but I don't know how they know that. So, since she was so young -- and apparently lived kind of rough, using drugs and such -- my uncle wants an autopsy, because he wants to know what the cause of death was.
It could be big ol' heart disease; everyone in my dad's generation has it/died from it. I don't know about my cousins. And while 42 is a little young to die from heart disease, it's not unheard of, especially if you're a Lang. And that is why my brother and I check our BP and cholesterol vigilantly.
Dang, I am not really loving the past 12 months. People need to quit dying.