Well I received a phone call about an hour ago here at the college that I was hoping I would not have to deal with. My next door neighbor at home died in his bed this afternoon. He was 90 years old. They had a nurse/sitter over there taking care of him and his wife, and when it happened she did NOT call 911 because supposedly she had a 'do not resuscitate' order on him, which when my father got home and his wife (87 years old) physically ran across the yard to our house to ask for help, my father went over there and called 911 and checked his pulse and the paramedics and cops came and he was pronounced dead on scene. They then discovered that the 'do not resuscitate' order did not exist. That is what makes me mad, because he probably could have been revived. But he was suffering from cancer and the effects of chemo and so he's in a better place now. He was the first person I ever mowed for, and the first person that ever gave me an old mower to fix up. I used to go over and sit on his deck and drink lemonade after I finished mowing with him and his wife and we'd just sit and talk and have a good time. Other times his wife would fix us lunch and he'd come out and stop me from mowing at lunch and tell me to come in and eat with them. We were really good friends, although he never was able to know what I exactly looked like, because he was 85% blind. He meant a lot to me and I will surely miss him.