My friend from work, John, who used to join us at Chicago on Fridays had been scheduled for a triple bypass on Tuesday, but he phoned me last Tuesday to say he had been bumped to Thursday. but there was no bed for him in intensive care, so they sent him home. On Saturday, his partner came home after a day taking exams to find him dead in the kitchen. That's who the phone call was from. By the time I got to work, almost everyone had already heard from someone else Linda had called. John was 43.