everyone I know goes away in the end

I got a call tonight from my mom. There was message on the answering machine at my parents for me that a teacher I knew from high school had died. It’s not like I have talked to them for a few years, I was friends with his son and was fairly good friends with him. Still, it’s the third person his age (50’s) that I know that has died of heart problems in the past three years. A great guy, old school member of SCA and a unreformed Berkley radical. Just knowing he is gone makes the world a little less entertaining.