My father died of a massive heart attack in his cardiologist's waiting room before a routine appointment. He would have been amused by the manner of his death had he not been the one doing the dying. His mother had died similarly, one afternoon when she was at the movies with a friend. My father used to say, “When my time comes, I hope I drop dead like my mother.” It was a source of comfort and wonder to me that my father got the death he wanted: he dropped dead like his mother.
Lewis D. Legacy. JAMA. 2008;300(22):2588–2589. doi:10.1001/jama.2008.807
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