I wonder if we ever forget our first code...I know that mine is still fresh in my mind, four years later. Sweet old guy in a SNF, very loving family, who was on dialysis. I had talked to him many times in the dining room, but this was the first time he my patient. I changed his hand bandages (he had fallen a few days prior), and he kissed my hand in thanks. When I returned from dinner about 20 minutes later, he was dead in the gerichair at the nurses station, but nobody had yet realized it. We tried CPR, to no avail, and EMS called it. I am still grateful that we had a chance to talk before he died - he expressed no complaints, denied pain, normal vital signs; he just closed his eyes and died. We should all pass so easily. The MD said that she kept meaning to discuss his code status with his family, but hadn't had the opportunity; she wasn't surprised by his death.