How tragic is the Stephen Gately death. Let's say the reports are correct, and there is no telling that they are, your in the bedroom having a nice time with a bit of trade, who, putting it bluntly, you wouldn't really care about once you'd cum, while your loved and cherished husband is in the other room too pissed to play. And he chokes on his own vomit and dies, presumably, just a certain number of steps away.
If you'd only been in the lounge you could have easily stuck your finger down his throat and cleared his air ways, rolled him on his side, whatever.
How would you continue? How awful. The regrets you'd have for the rest of your life.
Not that it is his fault, of course, but...
I feel so sorry for him.
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