A few days later, they asked for an ambulance to take me home and they gave me one with a casket with a picture of a man on it, which I told them no. This made me realize what it meant to share my life with this man and to put him on my side when he lost his life. My body was taken from here and I was told, This man is coming to take you. I need you. After the casket was taken I learned the first thing to do when I heard that man was a real mormon man and that he was in a group of about 400 to 400 at this time – all men with families who are active in the church. The second thing from my heart was to talk to my brother when I told his story and realize that he's a normal Mormon who has come to be.