R.I.P.

So, you know, something sad happened today. I got to work and was told that a man had a heart attack at lunch today. He was by himself, just eating lunch, and then just dropped. Off the chair and onto the floor with the weight of someone who does not know they are falling, has no time to react. They called an ambulance.

We found out later in the night that he passed away. We found out because apparently he had just dropped some photos off to be framed across the street before he came into our restaurant for lunch, and apparently his wife called there later in the evening, hysterical, wanting to know if he looked sick. Not that it mattered, because at this point, who cares if he looked sick. But I guess that that is the kind of stuff that you want to find out because you are trying to make sense of it, force it to make sense...did he look sick...he must have been sick...I would have noticed if he looked sick, so he must not have...if he had I would have done something to stop this. But no, the framing place told her, he didn't. Not old, middle aged. By himself. Just trying to grab an unobtrusive lunch and then be on with his day.