A while ago I took a boda-boda from work back to my house. The driver recognized me and asked about my friend:
Me: Oh, he’s back in the States.
Me: He went back home. To the U.S.
Me: He left. He’s gone. In America.
Me: His time here is finished.
Driver: Oh, sorry. My sister, she is also finished. In May.
Me: Finished? No, no, not like that. He’s not dead. He just went back home.
Driver: [Nodding head and clucking his tongue sympathetically] Yes, yes. Dead.