My stylist was the best, he came from the movie business and had done the hair of many stars. He was flamboyant, and a non-stop drama queen. I would fly 1000 miles to his shop every 5-6 weeks for entertainment…oh, and to get my hair done. Almost two years ago he had a facelift, I was in his shop a few days before and he was walking around saying “cynical, I’m going to be soooo pretty”. He was a couple years older than me, and was beautiful, I told him he didn’t need any work done and warned him about the dangers of surgery, much less voluntary surgery. The facelift went well so they say, the doctor sent him home the same day. The combination of the anesthesia and the pain meds put him into respiratory failure during the night. He never woke up.