"An old man turned 98, he won the lottery and died the next day" John woke up around eight in the morning, he looked out of his window as he lay there in his hospital bed. He had got used to the pain, the digging in his side, it was as if he was repeatedly being hit with a baseball bat. He would lye there staring out of the same window, looking at the same buildings, thinking the same things. His grand daughter and her son would visit him every Saturday. He enjoyed their company, apart from them the only people he had to talk to were the nu ....