Yesterday at work, a co-worker had a heart attack and was taken to the hospital. Later in the day, he had another attack and died. He was 56. We weren't close. We were friendly at work but frankly I knew little about him. He left behind a daughter in college and a son in high school. I saw him every morning and he did not look well. I hope he's at peace and am very sad for his children.
The other thing that freaks me out is that I don't want my office to be my last stop. Dying practically at your desk sucks big time, no doubt.
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