He was a friend of mine

Dan died in a car crash in Oklahoma on Sunday, a long way from home.
He was, at once, smart, angry, loving, drunk and ashamed, sober and proud, funny, mean-spirited, fiercely loyal, a dark star of emotional distance.
"Don't be sorry. Change," he used to say, ultimately unable to do either for himself.
As his wife, Alice, noted, we don't have to worry about him any more. That part of the pain has stopped, for us, for him. All the unfinished business, of tearful memories, joyful recollections, financial chaos, and perhaps a few more lurking secrets, well, that what the rest of time is for.
Death comes mid-sentence.