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Huh.
Some random right-wing idiot on Reddit reminded me of one of the right-wing idiots in my (extremely geeky, politically diverse) college fraternity. And I wondered what had become of him. So I looked up his name and our alma mater.
He's dead. Guess that answers my question. My current age, 42, back in 2010. No cause listed.
I honestly don't know how to feel about this. He was awfully patronizing to me, but he was still my brother in a sense and I know he *tried* to be kind.
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Also, I'm a little frosted about this one because he was one of those aristocratic old sons of bitches who was prime "Never Trump" material and might have been at least been a useful idiot, the sort Joseph Heller referred to so insightfully as "smart but dopey."
He had a wife and daughter, too. Triggers the fuck out of my one and only fear of death, which is leaving the people I care about in the lurch. :|
He was a pretty big guy, and by that I mean fat. Time to start exercising.
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Goodbye, Sean, you pompous well-meaning old tory son of a bitch. You were an instrumental part of my maturing process, even if only as a negative example, and I'm almost sorry I never learned to tie a tie properly like you so desperately wanted for me. :)