I've finally reached the stage where I have more dead friends than live ones. And the ones who're still alive are on my WhatsApp life-support system: two grey ticks against their name means their phone is still switched on; two blue ticks against their name means they're still switched on as they've just read my message.
In the totally hypothetical illustration above, Jack Whitman is still with me. As for the rest of them, would someone please email Padma and assure her that I've never heard of a Alice Whitman or a Jane Pearson?