Ok, so lots of people died today. Someone died while you read that sentence. In fact, you just died a little more while you READ that sentence.

But someone died in my building. Before you ask, no, this isn't common, as far as I know it's the first time it's happened in the time I've worked there. Apparently a gentleman died of a heart attack. When I told my mom that there was a body downstairs she asked me if I put on a striped shirt and took some friends on a camping trip to see it (she actually made this reference more than once in regards to this).

It's pretty sad, actually. This gentleman was such close proximity to some of the best medical minds in the country but due to an unfortunate series of events none of them are able to help him.