My lovely Uncle Charlie died on the toilet (like Elvis - but that's the only similarity between them).

He wasn't discovered for two weeks - at least they assume it was two weeks, that's the longest time he ever went without contact with either of his brothers anyway.

It was summer. Hot (not necessarily a given in this country).
They were unable to ascertain exactly what he died from because he was too decomposed to autopsy.

Not really relevant, just thought I'd share it. I loved Uncle Charlie, but I do get a ghoulish pleasure from the manner of his death. And I'm pretty sure he'd have got a kick out of that too.