My roomate's good friend died today. He was returning to the city from an outlying burb on a one lane each way. An opposing direction car crossed center and hit him head on. He diddn't live long, not even to the hospital. I got in late and my roomate was extremely drunk. None of our friends who knew him asked him to come over, nor did the few he invited show up here. I diddn't know the deceased well but was over playing poker a few times several months ago. He's survived by his 7mo pregnant wife. Even worse, my roomate's right-hand man is the deceased childhood friend, a friend of near 3 decades. The right-hand man is MIA. His wife has called several times tonight. So my roomate is going to work tomorrow. It's likely to be a long day. I can hear him in bed crying. I have no clue what I can do. I hate the feeling of wanting to do something, but seeing everything as beyond your control.