Bill Coode

Bill Coode died in service. He died looking after the patients he cared for, working for a department he loved. On Halloween, with trick or treaters roaming the streets, he failed to turn up for work. He was uncontactable, we thought because his phone was broken after a bike incident the week before, but it wasn’t that. We wondered if he was ill, an infected wound from a patient’s bite, but it wasn’t that. The coroner stated heart failure, but it wasn’t that—not really. A good friend asked if working in emergency medicine had killed him, even though that didn’t get a mention in the post mortem. At Bill’s funeral his father …