My dad's oldest friend spent his entire adult life talking about his high-school days -- dad says he was a very good-looking and popular guy at the time. We'll call him Tom.
Tom made good early life and was a very successful salesman until he had a heart attack at age 33 which pretty much ended his professional career.
From there, Tom worked a variety of odd jobs because he just couldn't get his act together. He became overweight and lost most of his hair and looked nothing like his younger self. Eventually, Tom found himself living out of his van and having to constantly borrow money from his mother and friends to survive.
When they had their 25th graduating class reunion, my dad said Tom was the first to arrive and the last to leave.
Tom, who was a regular fixture at our home in the 1980s, spent the next two months talking to my parents about how much fun he had at that reunion and how much enjoyed seeing everyone again and how he wished it could have lasted forever.
Sadly, Tom passed away a few years later at 47 from another heart attack. He was a nice enough guy, and I am really glad he enjoyed that reunion.