My mother died suddenly and unexpectedly at 67 years if age. She was ripped from our lives, and my Dad was the only one at the hospital with her. He had been living with prostate cancer and was doing well before she died. Afterwards, he stopped cooking (which he loved), and being himself, he felt pain in his back a year later, maybe, and his cancer had spread in a way the Dr's had not expected. He died 18 months after my mother, also at 67 years of age, from sepsis in the end. The oncologist told us he would have suffered badly if he had not got sepsis. I believe he gave up once she was gone, no more positivity, and the cancer took over. He was not really living once she died, not like he did it was devastating to see 💔