On Friday morning, our neighbor across the street got out of bed and told his wife, "I think I'm going to die today."
His wife said, "Oh, you're just saying that."
Ten minutes later he collapsed on the floor and died.
Three fire department vehicles and three police cars remained outside for over half an hour and did not hurry off when they were done.
I learned that when there's a dead body, it's automatically considered a crime scene until proven reasonably to be otherwise. Thus the police cars.
Since I was watching from across the street, I was the first non-family member over there to offer comfort when it appeared appropriate to go. The grieving son was already there.
The man who died was a big football fan (a former player). He and his son watched the OSU football game on Thursday night.
There must be a moral. There certainly ought to be. Who wants to come to the end of his life and find that all that can be said is, "So that was it, eh?"