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My dentist died sometime this week. Actually I haven't been to the dentist in a long time, so maybe I shouldn't say that. He was my fathers friend and my father found his body. My mom told me about it. She said there won't be a funeral or calling hours. One of the reasons I stopped drinking was because his life startled to unravel over the past few months over alcoholism, and that started my worrying that it could happen to anyone. And now it seems like that is his life story.