It is none of my business....

I recently went to a friend's funeral who died too young. This friend was funny, nice, friendly, well dressed, and drove a nice car. Once he died some people went to help clean out his house to find it was in a mess. He was I guess what most would call a hoarder. I would call it depressed but maybe it was both. No one knew his house was this way. Not his coworkers or his close friends. You would have never known. It was so sad to me because nobody knew. He was sick and died before he turned fifty and maybe just maybe he died from a broken heart. He had had a lot of rough patches in the last half of his life. I just wonder if he would have had someone ask or inquire could it have made a difference.