We've known him for over forty years and he is one of the guys my husband has played D&D with. The friend's daughter calls him "Uncle 'Ziggy'".
We should have known something was wrong since we haven't heard for him for a couple of days. The man has had multiple by-passes, stents, heart attacks, and strokes, and was a case study at one of the medical schools because of an injury to his heart as a child. He'ss been having repeated problems with his lungs filling with fluid and stays in the hospital to get his lungs clear, was tested for Covid but always negative. Last time they checked his heart they told him 25% of it was dead and it was working at 40% of capacity.
We knew it was not going to be very long, but this is horrible.
For years my husband has made sure he made it to medical appointments, that he got his medicine, got decent nutrition, and that his bills were paid. All his friends kicked in for the last - under $1000 on Social Security Disability did not give him much to live on.
My husband had to call 911, deal with the police who had to make sure there was no foul play (he was sitting in his recliner with his oxygen on), contact his daughter, help her set up transporting his body to the crematorium, and so forth. On Monday my husband will contact his landlord and make arrangements to pay for the apartment for a month so the family will have time to get all his stuff out.
Shit. He was only 63.