I read the PPR thread too. It's good people are angry, I guess.
But I am frightened and sad this could happen. Without knowing more details, it sounds like the sort of situation where a lot of people were peripherally aware there was a problem, he had perhaps some reluctance to accept help, but I think this is very likely a situation of many people knowing, but no one taking responsibility to go above and beyond when it was truly needed and finding a way to help. Quite possibly no one did anything exactly wrong, either. But quite likely someone along the way doing more than their job and more than was quite comfortable would have let this man live.
I am often accused of being too needy, there's a lot of pressure on me don't complain, yet sometimes things people tell me are nothing are too much for me. I have never had a food phobia, but can remember feeling unable to eat and it was terribly frightening. I don't know what his experience was, but I felt terrified and completely alone. And then one person took responsibility, and cared. Not because it was her job to care, it was not. She just did it.
We can all do that, make a difference, in this moment, for someone.
Or we can be like most people and turn away, because it's too much time, too annoying, or because we assume someone else will take care of a problem if necessary.
Sometimes there is no one else. Someone was the last person to speak to this man. I so hope they were words of kindness and that he was not ignored. That as he lay dying, he could reflect on something good from somewhere. And not on being nothing.