Ugh! I just got a call from my sister. My niece's fiancée died from an unintended overdose of what he thought were prescription painkillers. My niece found him dead in the bathroom. Looks like he bought was he thought were prescription pills on the street, but they were actually garage made knock-offs...and they killed him. Nobody knew he was doing this stuff...or at least at this level.
She's a complete wreck now and her life as she knew it is destroyed. They owned a house together and were about to move into the next phase of their lives with him getting a dream job due to start next Monday.
We are now in support and pick-up-the-pieces mode. She's a well-educated and sweet woman who doesn't deserve this...but now we have to keep her from imploding and following his spiral into oblivion.
There just aren't enough words to describe how I feel about all of this.