Since that mans lady left him, he's not been living sober, he spends a lot of time talking to the inhabitants of his shoulders , one tells him to "give up son you know you life is over" the other says "stand strong mate you've always been a soldier"

What's done is done you've had your fun, now I'm afraid it's time to move on"

I watch him wondering around in time, pretending and telling everyone that he's fine, I stop him and say it will all be ok in the end, if it's not ok going then it's not the end, to which he replied good advice my friend, then cried. 

It makes him upset to see faces passing by, no one stopping to ask why he cried , the day this mans lady left, was the day he died, so we are all surprised to see him thrive, although he doesn't know he's alive.