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Thanks everyone. :)

I knew him pretty well, since he and my grandmother moved from New York and have been living in the flat downstairs from me for over ten years. He's been in the hospital for about three months, since he fell and hit his head on an escalator. We've known it was going to happen for a while, but it's still hard, especially on my mother and grandmother and aunt. I'm going to stay home for the memorial services at our house for the next few days. He was 86, I think, and he lived a long happy life, and was at peace when he died, and I think that's all anyone can ask for.
 
He'd been in and out of lucidity since his stroke, but the times he was more or less clear-headed he pretty much made it clear that he wasn't interested in eating or generally going on with life like this. But we had a couple conversations before he passed that were and are a great comfort. I just hope they can help my family.

Appreciate the sympathies, guys.

(For those who may be unaware, I'm Isabel's brother.)
 
NO SHIT?! I thought you were the puffy haired guy whose floor I frequented at one point and nothing more.