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My brother Jim texts me: "Ron died. Come quick."
I race from my house and down the road to my sister Polly's house. When I arrive the property is filled with paramedics, firetrucks, ambulances and police.
I find my brother-in-law, Dr. Ron Meyers, flat on the floor of the living room. Medical personal are crawling over him like navy blue ants.
Ron is dead.
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