Just out of sheer curiosity here, was yesterday the Anniversary of some obscure Saint or something?
Went out-side to check on my gardens, and unfortunately to do so means seeing across the dividing fence between my house and that of Evangeloon's while I'm walking around.
There, almost stark naked on his front veranda is Evangeloon, sleeping, well so it appears, I'm NOT planning to go in and check on him btw, a myriad of very empty looking booze bottles strewn around him like debris from bombing raid on London in WWII and the wax from at least a dozen candles or more hardening around him in a rough circle.
It was approx. 5 degree Celsius here last night so either he's frozen solid or well on the way to becoming a Human Popsicle by now.
IF, he hasn't moved by the time I'm heading off to get my Sunday paper and Sunday Take-away lunch I may be tempted to give the local Bobbies a quick ring just in case BUT knowing Evangeloon, he'd be way too bloody mean to simply drop dead without making a Hollywood style production about it imo.