Sorry for the revelation, but I'm really uncomfortable right now. My brother died at the age of 25. he did not drink or smoke, ate only the right food, was not an asshole, sincerely loved his wife and his family, but suddenly he stopped answering calls. The outcome was stupid, and still does not allow us to sleep peacefully. He died of pancreatic necrosis.. only 30% of cases go away without symptoms and apparently he was one of them. it's just a case of 1 in 10000,000 for a young healthy guy to die from a similar disease.I'm shocked. It was precisely because of this incident that I did not finish the project that I wanted to dedicate to my birthday. I already hate this holiday, now there's another reason. Now I'm alone.