Marcus died in that study.
He had not been sitting dramatically at his desk. He had simply stood to reach for something on a shelf, and his heart stopped. When I found him, he was on the floor, the morning light pouring through the windows he had made exactly as he wanted them.
I sat beside him for a long time before I called anyone.
That is why the house was never just property to me. Home& Garden
It was the study where that light fell.