My best friend from high school was buried yesterday. For about 25 years we were as close as brothers. Gradually alcohol and drugs became more important to him than family and friends, and about 15 years ago he left his wife and 2 children destitute and took off with some bimbo he met online. I could deal with a lot of the crap he did over the years, but the one thing a man does not do is abandon his children. He drained the back account and took off in the middle of the winter and left his children in a house with no heat and no food. I cut him off entirely, and one night he called me in a drunken rage to tell me that the reason he left was because he had a right to be happy, that he just wanted to have the life he had when he was 18. The last thing I ever said to him was to grow up. Apparently he never took my advice. The obituary said what a great father he was, how successful he was in life, and how many friends he had. I didn't go to the service, because I just could not sit there and listen to people tell a bunch of lies about him. I thought about it, and felt it best. I spoke with 2 other guys we were close with, and they felt the same way. His sons didn't go their father's funeral, either. That pretty sums up just how great a father he was, and how successful he was in life.