My roommates cat died. He slept with his dead cat in his bed for like three days, knowing it was dead. He only stopped when it started to smell.
He would talk to a Woody doll, from Toy Story, that his dad gave to him before he died. I believe he thought he could communicate with his dead dad through the doll in a figurative way. He would also masturbate in his bed very early in the morning and then apologize at a more reasonable hour. We shared a bunk bed. The whole thing would shake.
I walked in on my roommate’s girlfriend shaving his ass for him. That image is etched in my mind forever.