Four months to the day after my dad passed away, my mom died today. Having always had an independent streak, we had hoped she'd have a proverbial second life as a widow, but COPD and (I think) depression took its course. At least we don't believe she suffered; sounds like she had some sort of cardiac event and was gone before she hit the floor.
Also, at least I didn't kill her via heart attack by letting her know i now ride a motorcycle. Kept that one from her the last two years.
Her only request/demand is that no one play Amazing Grace in her memory. She promised to haunt anyone who plays that song in her honor.