That's all we really know; we don't know what killed him and probably won't until an autopsy is performed. I guess it wasn't anything obvious, anyway, so it could have been anything from a heart attack to a stroke to God-knows-what.
The person in the family who is best suited to go up to Maine and help out? Guess who!
On the plus side, it means I get to see the kids sooner than next summer. Maybe I'll get to go skiing--my nephew enjoys skiing and it's something we could do together. (Though since I last went skiing in 1994, it ought to be..."interesting".)
Everything is still up in the air, and we don't really know what will be what for at least a day or two.
I'm not particularly broken up about it; the guy was obviously self-destructing, so it wasn't a surprise. I liked him--I really did--but after the way he'd been behaving the past few years it's hard to find enough emotion to prompt any real grief.
*sigh*
