Dave and Tony are dead.
Their time to leave us came last week, as the two friends enjoyed a camping holiday with a few of their friends, in the rain-sodden Cornish countryside.
The mini-bus in which they were travelling was involved in a collision with a second vehicle, and despite the best efforts of the local emergency services, Dave and Tony succumbed to their injuries at the scene of the accident. The driver of the other vehicle, a Polish man in his early twenties, was found to have been driving whilst under the influence of alcohol.
Having known Dave and Tony for a few years, I'm fairly certain that if they had been told that their days would have ended in a Cornish country lane, the two friends would have exploded with laughter, and would have insisted that they would end their days in a blaze of glory - full of beer, and at home in London.
Sadly, there was no blaze of glory at the end, although I would like to think that they would have been merrily drunk - as was often the case - when they traded their lives for death, and deprived at least a few people of two colourful yet sadly tragic friends, who lived for the day, and didn't give a damn about the consequences.
This is the End, but life goes on.