My auntie was married to someone with a drink problem. Don't get me wrong, he was a great guy, but when he was 'on a bender'....not nice at all. Over the years of my childhood this affliction caused a lot of problems within my family - his speciality was wrecking family weddings. I once recall him crawling up the stairs of the coach home from the big do! - haha. Please don't think me unsympathetic, because I actually liked him a lot, and wish things could have been better for him.
Anyway, my mother, all through my childhood when there was this kind of trouble, used to always say how she wished my auntie had married 'Johnny Jones' (not his real name!), a boyfriend she had dated before my uncle. My mother evidently thought a lot of this man.
Anyway, time passed, and when I was in my twenties, my auntie died unexpectedly. The next day in the local paper there was my auntie's death notice, and right under it, Johnny Jones's death notice. They had died on the same day. My mother was incredulous saying so if they'd got married like I wanted, they'd have died on the same day? Weird or what.