in the late eighties i cleaned windows in a bungalow where two retired school mistresses lived, both spinsters if i remember rightly. They always had me in for a cup tea and buscuits and a great chat, done their windows for years, anyway one fri nite my wife went collecting there, the younger of the two answered the door paid my wife, now ex wife, had the useual chat ie hows the kids, hows paul etc then died there and then right infront of my wife on the doorstep, it shock me really bad as she was kinda like a aunty figure to me