I like to think of a parallel universe existing where W is still alive. He is still writing poems, playing Dungeons and Dragons, and complaining about school. He has aced the SAT test and struggling with IB exams and finishing his community service. He is giving his best friend rides to school. He has been to his cardiologist, and she has given him whatever he needs to prevent him dying suddenly.
The physicists say these universes are in another dimension, less than a hair's breadth away. I wish W could visit from there.