Why? Why do people die? And why do only the good guys die young?

A
really close friend of mine died today. Classmate for 4 years in
college, partner in crime in numerous endeavours, drinking buddy and
lots more. A touch of home in the horrid hell hole. Adarsh Chellani.
The bada bachcha.

I don't even know why I'm writing this.
There's nothing I can write that can change anything. And it's
certainly not gonna answer the question at the top of my mind. Why?

Farewell.