I lost the love of my life on Wednesday. It was and will continue to be the worst day of my life. I notified his older sister, who has been the Grand Central Station of notifying everyone about everything, while I was still sitting with his body. At some point the next day I sent her another message saying that she should tell anyone she thought appropriate. She notified his younger son, who apparently had issues that he wasn't notified immediately. I do not have this kid's (Not a child. I think he's 50.) phone number or email address, and he has not bothered to check up on his father in a decade. Death brings out the worst in the living.