The Angel of Death hath strucken us-eth.
I blame Fiesta, really.
One good man at a time, we've all succumbed to the mighty Plague.
One good man at a time, I've seen run past the open door of my room to waste his breakfast/lunch/dinner in the toilet.
And just when I thought the worst was over, I woke up to worse.
Much. Much worse.
Prayers for these dying..