My dad died unexpectedly early Saturday morning. We went to the hospital about 11pm Friday night and he was dead by 1am. We didn't know it, but his intestines ruptured and twisted, cut off blood flow and they died, filling his abdomen with waste and air, which put pressure on his heart and lungs and vessels, and by the time he realized something was wrong, it was too late. They had him on a respirator, and even if he had survived, he would have been severely brain damaged due to the lack of oxygen for so long. His heart gave out on the respirator once everyone was there. I had just talked to him the other day and we were going to get Chinese soon. Then, at the memorial, my aunt wouldn't let me stand with my half-brothers close to his casket, she made me stand all the way at the end. I just couldn't make it to his funeral. They were taking him in a fire truck and were going to fade out his signal, like they did my grandpa. It would just be too much. He was only 51.