One could muse on things about their particular story. Yes, at one time they were vibrant and young. All of us must come to a final reckoning and what we find is this. That such and such person died surrounded by family and friends.
Ok, yes, this is a bit preachy but reading about this makes me determined to do what little possible. I like to listen to anybody down at the local coffee shop who seems alone and sort of find out what they have to say.
There are support groups out there if only a person can be appraised of them. Sure, some people may want it that way- to be alone.
They are few and far between. The human being is a social being. Excuse this ramble.