Death by Chopin
His heart stopped beating. Overwhelmed by the beauty of a Chopin Nocturne. On his birthday.
That was the family legend, often retold, and guaranteed to show up over any holiday family feasts.
Grandfather had been sitting in his special chair, when suddenly yet gently he appeared to drift off to sleep. Grandma was sitting near him and saw the quiet shift. Also an admirer of this enchanting music, she was the source of the detail regarding which exact piece it was. Nocturne №2…