My sister died at 62. Vodka. Left behind 3 children and several grandchildren. She was a royal pain in the *** with the alcoholism. Constant calling and texting at all hours of the night. You could always at least get one day of peace after each bender. She would be home sleeping it off and licking her wounds. She was not only my sister but one of my best friends when we were young. I offered to take her to rehab stay with her at rehab and bring her home a countless number of times. She would not go. She wanted for nothing as she had a beautiful home with an in-ground swimming pool and her husband paid all her bills but did not live in the same house. My niece found her dead on the kitchen floor. The basement was full of empty vodka bottles.