So then my friend James has to tell a story too. He is Native American from northern California, and his Aent Mildred just died.
Mildred had a husband named Jimmy, who James described as a Mexican national with limited English, and perhaps intellect, who stood about 4 ft. tall. (yes I cleaned that up, can you tell?). Mildred had cancer, but her death I gather was unexpected. James said the call came somewhere between 1 and 3 in the morning, a voice on the phone asking him: "Are you related to Mrs. Mildred because she has been laying here dead for 40 minutes and no one is here with her and her wig has fallen off...."
They went down to the ER and found her behind a curtain, with a terribly distraught Jimmy standing beside her, kissing her hand, tears pouring down his face. Apparently he is so small he had escaped detection.
James did not know what became of him. He was certain relatives had probably put him on a bus. Literally or figuratively I do not know.