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Sorry if I alarmed anyone. Some explanations are due: Pauley was Anthony's friend, Steve's best friend, and he was 41 years old. We got a phonecall Saturday night that he was being taken to Baystate hospital because he had stopped breathing. Steve called back shortly to say that he'd had a massive heart attack (they believed), and that he had just passed away. He'd had high blood pressure controlled with medication, a previous cardiac episode, and weighed in excess of 300 lbs. He chose to smoke cigarettes and drink excessively, and at 41 went to bed with "the flu" and ended up dead. His symptoms were a general loss of energy, nausea, and poor circulation... no chest pains. The EMTs believe he tried to get up out of bed, was unable, and passed out, hitting his head on the nightstand. His children are 7 and 14 years old, and his wife is trying to sort out his affairs. They still can't find his car keys as of this morning... I am still in awe of how abruptly someone can be removed from all of this, and how obsessive and desperate "this" all seems until someone's just not there anymore. The funeral should be Wednesday. Thanks for being understanding, especially those of you I had plans with or to whom I seemed to have just dropped off the face of the planet. I miss Beau :(