My dad died of one at 58 at his office in NYC. His assistant said he was sitting there working and just fell face forward into his desk.
The paramedics revived him, but it was 7:30 AM with NYC traffic it took forever to get over to Bellevue and then he had another one when they got him there and that was it. End of story.
Its still is hard to deal with not getting to say goodbye and just going out so suddenly.
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