So, its another rainy day in Cincinnati, I'm sitting at the Dermatologist's office preparing to start my first round of photo therapy to help with my psoriasis when this older couple came in. It was obvious that they were in the 60ish range of age and the older man looked like he was in the last days of sickness from some cause unknown to me. His wife and I started to talk, she was a lovely woman, very friendly and kind, like one of those older women who like to shove cookies down your throat and feed you till you burst before hugging you to death. She was sitting across from me and her husband was sitting next to me looking all the more sickly. He was there for photo therapy as well. The woman and I had just started to talk about the price of prescription drugs when the old man suddenly fell forward out of his seat, hit the floor and died. Just like that, no warning, no waiting, he was dead before he hit the floor I imagine and his wife screamed in a way I've never experienced anywhere outside of a horror film. I knelt down to see if there was anything I could do, though I knew deep inside there wasn't. Then the stream of doctors rushed in and I took the opportunity to rush out. To say it was unsettling would be the least I could say about it. I've never had someone buy the farm right next to me and it makes you face your own mortality when it happens. Has anything similar to this happened to any of you? BTW, this happened yesterday morning.