John Naughton retells a moving story on his blog concerning the death of Austro-British writer, wit, restauateur, politician and broadcaster Sir Clement Freud, told by his daughter Emma:
He had, she said, “a perfect death”. On the day in question, he’d been to the races (at Exeter), had won on the horses, had a good lunch with his “second best friend” (apparently he was punctilious about ranking his friendships), and was writing his column (about the Exeter meeting) for a racing newspaper when he dropped dead in mid-sentence. The next day, Emma and her Mum woke up his computer and found that the last words he’d written were “In God’s good time…”.