I used to live with girl, way back when, when I was about 18 or so. I hated her. She made me question everything I enjoyed merely cause she enjoyed them as well, and I didn't want anything to do with her. Well one day she gathered all the housemates up and asked if her friend could stay with us for a month or so. Reluctantly we agreed, and about three days later, this dirty smelly homeless guy with a pierced septum and leopard dyed hair showed up. It took me a few days to talk to him directly, and we started hanging out, drinking, building a garage together, and he ended up like a brother to me. He stayed for about three months, then just packed up and left one day, without saying goodbye (ethical thing I suppose)... A few years down the line, I get a phone call from his sister saying that a request he wanted me to know that I might as well have been family, and that he had passed away from stomach cancer. I can't say I've ever fully recovered from that.