I am sorry. I should have let you guys know what happened. Before leaving for work Friday morning I woke Chris up, as I usually do, we kissed, exchanged "I love you"s and I went to work. When I returned home at 5:30ish, he had never made it out of the bedroom. He was lying (I hope lying is proper grammar or he'd be upset with me) on the bed, head on the pillows, eyes shut. He had been gone for a while. He looked very peaceful and there was no sign of any struggle with pain. For that I am most thankful. Chris was never diagnosed with any issues other than a bad back. He took no medications other the the 420 variety for pain. The doctor says it was probably a massive heart attack. No autopsy was performed so we will never know for sure. I just know it doesn't matter because it won't change the outcome.