71 years! You can be fat, and sedentary, and fool around with women one third your age, and still live to be 71.
Shockingly, it was pancreatic cancer that got the great singer. I would have lost a bundle on "massive heart attack."
And here is more proof that you can't predict what will kill you.
Fare thee well, Pavarotti. I hope you have fun in whatever afterlife there may be. And if there isn't an afterlife, well, by all accounts, you had a lot of fun here on this plane.
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