My ol bar buddy died and I found out something about him
His name was Norman and when I'd go to my neighborhood pub I'd talk to him while I had a few beers.
One day when I had not seen him in a couple of weeks I found out he had died in his rented house not far away from the bar. He was 71 and he probably had a heart attack.
One day the retired Sheriff of the town was sitting beside me and we began to talk about Norman. It turns out he was gay and had in the past taken men much younger than he was to motel rooms.
I had known Norman for seven years and I never would have guessed he was gay.