I had a friend, lemme back up…… my husband knew this guy, they used to be the best of friends. They had known each other since they were 12. The guy got non Hodgkin s lymph node cancer when he was a teenager. My husband was up there at the hospital every day with him. he lived, ‘beat it’, whatever..this is unrelated, just a back drop…..anyways, flashfoward….he moves in with us, maybe 3 years into our marriage, lives with us for about a year. Nice guy. I wouldn’t have chosen to live with the guy, but he was an integral part of my husband’s life, and thereby default, i loved him to, and blah blah blah….Joe and I have been married for 12 years now. His friend, our friend….he straight up punched the fuck out….Christmas morning. We buried him the last day of this year. There is no point to this story. It’s just sad. It’s fucking sad. Before all the chemo, he had some of his sperm frozen….you have to pay these companies annually to keep it frozen. His mother is wondering what to do….