My ex-boyfriend may have fake-died?

When I was in college, my ex-boyfriend (who I was making moves toward getting back together with, and still ran in the same social circle with) died suddenly. Apparently he was sick and I had no idea, no one knew a thing. Of all our mutual friends, a guy I barely knew was the one who called and told me he was in a coma, and then later that night that he’d died. His best friend came over to my apartment unannounced the next day, but did not bring it up until I finally couldn’t hold it in anymore and said, “So…did you hear about…?” She said, “Yes, of course,” and changed the subject. I was still completely shell-shocked, she seemed a little down. Not like her lifelong best friend just dropped dead out of the blue the night before.

I went to the funeral and most of our friends weren’t there. Nowhere near the number of people you’d expect at a healthy young man’s funeral. Of who was there, nobody seemed really upset but me. I know everybody grieves differently, but even his family weren’t particularly dressed up or devastated; his young sisters were giggling with each other the whole time. Weirdest of all, of the people I talked with, nobody seemed really clear exactly what sudden illness he’d died of. I’d like to have seen him one last time, but it was closed casket.

I’m 99.9 percent sure he’s really dead, but the circumstances surrounding it were so abrupt and strange that I wonder sometimes if the whole thing was faked really, really well.

My creepy burglar

When I was 18 my car was broken into. I was on my way to work, so when I noticed I immediatly called the police. Once they arrived we started sifting through the glass, documenting all that was taken. All the valuables were there… my CD player and phone accessories were in tact. The only items missing were the contents of my center console: senior year photos, lip stick, my hairbrush, perfume and my weekly work schedule. The Police advised me not to go to work for the remainder of the week.