So I got a call last night, while I was at work.  I didn’t answer it because I didn’t recognize the number, and I was at work.  The same person called back FIVE times this morning.  Finally the 6th time I answered.

Me: Hello?
??: This Stephen Tidwell’s girlfriend.
Me: I’m sorry I don’t know who that is.
??: Your number was in his phone.
Me: I don’t know what to tell you, I don’t know who that is.
??: Well I’m calling people to let them know Stephen has passed.
Me: Okay, well…
??: And I have reason to believe he was sleeping with a lot of people, and I wanted to give STD information to the women in his phone.
Me: Okay, well I really don’t know who he is or why he has my number.  I’m sorry for your loss and your troubles.
??: Okay if it doesn’t pertain to you…
Me: No, I really don’t know him.

Naturally I’m curious about this crazy woman, so I started Googling.  As far as I can tell, it’s this guy. WTF? What the everloving fuck?  Libelle says she’s sure he just had someone’s number down wrong.  I imagine some poor girl intentionally gave him the wrong number or something.  Just weird.  I feel bad for his girlfriend that a month after his bizarre behavior and suicide that she’s sitting around on a Saturday night and a Sunday morning calling strangers to inform them of death and STDs.  How utterly miserable.  And completely insane.