Doc Robbin's POV
I refused to perform the autopsy, it would have gone against protocol for me to perform it- I knew him to well, and I don't think I could have.
As both a doctor and a friend, I told him to cut down on how much work he was doing, to take some holiday time, to retire even, but he wouldn't listen to me, that's what killed him. Apart from the heart attack that is.
In the end, there was nothing we could do unfortunately. We all tried our best, but obviously our best wasn't enough.
He was well known for his knowledge of bugs and his entomological textbooks that are now selling quite rapidly, especially his children's ones on creepy crawlies. I know that Nick and Sofia's children love them, as does Warrick's. I don't know about Sara's children. I've hardly spoken to her since she left the lab.
It was a simple service, in a small church. They even buried him with his kit, which was a nice touch. Now, it's some middle-aged guy that comes into my kitchen and asks me questions about the body before us.
I don't think any of us will get over the shock that he's not here, because in a way, he always is.