Have you ever had a bad gut feeling that something was off so you left, only to find out that something did happen and what's the story?

Me and my Mom both shared our experiences to each other the day after my uncle, her brother, died.

Her story was that she was staying at a friends house, and she just had a feeling that she should go home. She lived with her brother. They left soon after and on their way to my Mom's house, there was an ambulance right outside of where her street turned. She told me she immediately knew it was her brother. He had no vehicle, so he mostly walked to and from work, he also had just lost all three of his kids when his wife had just up and left him for someone else.

Anyways, when she saw the ambulance she got out of the car and saw they had all of his clothes on the side of the road, a shoe all the way out in the ditch. Surely enough, one of the clothing items was a Subway shirt, which is where he worked.

That same night I had a bad gut feeling, but without a vehicle I couldn't go check on him or see if he was at work. He was out of data on his phone (he bought pre-paid cards, we were all pretty poor) but I texted him "hey man, haven't hung out in a while, wanna chill this weekend?"

He never replied. The next morning I woke up to a knocking at my apartment door. It was my Mom and her friend. Both in tears. They told me what happened. The funeral was two weeks after that.

I will never forget the funeral. It was God-awful. They told us he didn't have bad scratches, so we picked out a short sleeved shirt of his favorite band. The day before the funeral, they said they forgot to mention he arms were danged up. He couldn't wear that shirt. We were still going to do an open casket. I hate to say it, but I wish it wasn't now.

They did so poor on the make up, and I REALLY hate to say this part, but he looked like fucking Dracula. He was so pale, they could've made him darker. I know they could've. He was so pale, the funeral was horrible.

I'll never forget my homie though. Right before he died we had both been super depressed and we were each others only friends. I've been trying to get autographs from his/our favorite rap artists. Still no luck, but I plan on getting whatever comes out of it all framed up. I got his Subway shirt framed up right now. I'd post a pic, but my phone's broken.

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