Thanks for starting this thread as our experiences seem to be rather similar. Dan's family had a long history of heart disease and heart attacks so we knew the risk and were being so careful about regular dr. visits, exercise and diet. He had actually been to the dr. a few months before his death and everything was great. So, on 9/27/2014 it was a normal Saturday night for us eating dinner on the deck, sitting by the fire pit with a glass of wine and then watching television before bed. There was absolutely no indication that day or during that evening anything was wrong. At about 9:30 p.m. Dan got up from the recliner, walked outside to the deck, came back inside, grabbed the left side of his chest and told me he thought he was having a heart attack. I asked if I should call 911 and he said that i should do that while he sat back down in the recliner. I ran for the phone begging for immediate assistance then turned around to see beads of sweat on his forehead, one belch/burp and then a huffing type breath with a total blank stare/completely nonresponsive. We live next to a fire station so we had always assumed they would be there immediately but that didn't happen for a variety of reasons, mostly procedural. So, there we were, just the two of us, me doing what I could but knowing in my heart I was basically witnessing Dan's last moments. When the paramedics finally arrived they found a shallow pulse but after that nothing. I remember asking if he was breathing when they wheeled him out of the house to go to the hospital and the response was "they are still working on him" but there didn't seem to be any action to validate that statement. When I arrived at the hospital the Dr. painted a bleak picture but, for the most part, I already knew and shortly thereafter I was told he was gone. So, within the span of 1 hour he was here and then completely gone and the 35 years we were together, 30 years of marriage, came to an end. But, if he could have scripted his departure, this is exactly the way he wanted to go. I am so thankful for the time we had together, have absolutely no regrets and look forward to seeing him again later. Interestingly enough my oldest daughter is due with a baby boy on his birthday in August which, in my mind, isn't a coincidence. .