My father, age 86. Likely heart failure, though will never be 100% sure. Thankful he didn't suffer, though I'd been dreading the call for a couple of months and had a pause every time my parents number showed up on the caller ID until it finally happened today. According to the nurses, he had breakfast, went down for a nap, and never woke up.
He had a long and fulfilling life, playing golf and tennis until his knees finally gave out at 85. He traveled extensively in retirement, enjoyed very dry martinis and very cheap wine, and never met a hand he couldn't shake. He was a lifelong Iowa Hawkeye fan, having been a double graduate for both his undergraduate business and graduate hospital administration degrees.
He's survived by his spouse of over 50 years, two sons, three grandchildren and countless friends he met across the country and the globe in his work and travels.