It finally happened. He died.

He died in a shitty, $40 a night motel of a heart attack on Christmas. The coroner's office spoke to his sister this morning. They were only just now able to find next of kin. My cousin called me to let me know. They will have him cremated and interred where his parents are.

Initially, I was so happy. I played 'ding dong the witch is dead' 100+ times. Told all my friends. Couldn't wipe the smile off my face. Then I felt like I was gonna have a panic attack. And now, I don't know how I feel.

He's dead.