Wow, I really sorta dumped on you guys.
But I said I would let you know about the cause o' death just to dissuade you kids - even the asshole that I totally hate.
So my buddy died from what I thought he probably had. At some point in the wee hours a blood vessel opened up in his esophagus. Fainting, he fell down the stairs and lay there for an undetermined amount of time bleeding and writhing - a floor away from his cell phone. Would not have mattered. Even if it had happened at Johns Hopkins he would have died.
Now, he had recently seen a doctor (!) and taken some routine blood tests. They saw some GI anomalies that they planned on testing further. I am certain that they would have found them (alcholism induced esophagial verrices) and called an immediate end to the party. At that point they could have reinforced the esophagial wall with vaginal mess and saved his life. And, of course, the long, interminable recovery from alcoholism would have begun.
I know some of you fuckers are in a position to learn from his experience. I hope you all have people in your life that love you. Don't ignore them.