 We came back after borrowing the money on the weekend, and we were ready to go to his appointment. Before it was time to leave, Jeff told me that he was tired. He was going to lay his head down on his desk and rest before we went. When I went to check on him 90 minutes later, he was cold and stiff. The swelling in his leg was a blood clot, and it killed him instantly when it broke away. For the lack...