I was up to get a bite of pizza and my dog started barking like mad. I told her to shut up and grabbed her nose and restrained her, but she still woke my mom up. Then my step-grandfather came walking through the hallway from the kitchen with some coffee he was getting and he was trying to tell me something, but it sounded like he was struggling to tell it to me. He was also grabbing onto the desk next to him, trying to keep his balance, but then he fell down. My mom was still yelling because the dog was going mad, and I asked my step-grandfather if he was alright. He replied with a simple "Yeah", but he didn't look fine, so I went and told my mom that he needed help. She called 911 and tried doing CPR on him, but eventually his chest tightened up, made some cracking noises and black liquid started coming out of his mouth. In about 5 minutes after she called 911, they showed up with an ambulance and tried recharging his heart.
Yeah, he's dead.
R.I.P, one of the nicest people I knew
