I first met "Kay" when she was about 16. She was my cousin's first wife. I loved her so much because she was so good and kind to me. She was the one person who I felt understood me. I was awakened early one early morning to be told she had died from an overdose of Tylenol and alcohol. She did not know of the dangers of this deadly mix. I first argued that NO ONE overdoses and dies from overdose of Tylenol but now I find this information all the time now. This was in, I think, winter of 1980 or early '81.