Both my parents were absolute true work fanatics. It wasn’t until a close doctor friend died in his 40s did they realize how precious life is.
This guy came from India and worked his ass off so that he could be a doctor. Long hours, the such. Welp. He died of a heart attack. All that time spent working, sacrificing family time, and waiting for retirement to be able to enjoy life. Well. He is gone now. At least he made a hospital spectacularly richer.