I blogged a week ago about a collaborater that I hadn't really met, his death, and how this made me feel. I have further musings on this.

My current boss, while he hasn't lived in this city for 4 years, is a member of a community of people that share the same ethnic group, of which I am not a part of. We've found out that we do know some people in common, and have disscussed these people.

On Wednesday, he told me about how he had to cancel our 1:1 because there was a funeral he had to go to. Then, later in the day, I heard him telling the 'head' boss how this guy (in his ethnic group) had died while at the ticket counter of the local airport of a massive heart attack .

Fast forward to today, when I go visit Jackass for our annual Holiday get-drunk event, and I get pulled over by another faculty member to let me know that my undergrad academic advisor had died, and that he died on his way back to home country. Then I realized, that because this faculty member and my current boss knew each other, they were the same person.

I feel bad. I gave this guy some shit. He was a good guy that was obviously at my college because he wanted an easy gig, and I found that out, and made it difficult for him. Basically, I found out he was teaching from a text from 1972, not telling us, but testing us from it, and then I let everyone know. This cost me being kicked out of class, a trip to the dean of faculty and dean of students, and finally permission back into class. (I got a B in Botany because of this.)

He's also the guy that has cemented my hatred of the taste of pumpkin. I also had reoccuring nightmares during undergrad that he would die of a heart attack in front of me.

Please, I know that these things are supposed to come in 3's. But they keep getting closer. No more. I can't take it.