Five men were convicted in a court at the Old Bailey for their roles in the largest cash robbery ever in Britain. The five, three Britons and two Albanians, were found guilty after a seven-month trial of taking part in a 2006 robbery of a Securitas company depot in Tunbridge Wells, south of London, in which gang members dressed as policemen kidnapped a depot manager, his wife and 7-year-old son at gunpoint and loaded a truck with several tons of used British banknotes valued at $92 million. The five will be sentenced on Tuesday; two other men were found not guilty. The convicted men were seized by the police within a week of the robbery, and 40 percent of the money was recovered from London and elsewhere. The balance of the stolen money, believed by the police to have been converted into villas and other luxuries in northern Cyprus and Morocco, has not been recovered.
there is no comparison between the sufferings of a person who is ill and the sufferings of those who love them
By ABIGAIL ZUGER, M.D.
A good death” may be one of the emptiest phrases in the English language. Research has confirmed that no two people use it to mean exactly the same thing. Even the premise is unclear; for whom, exactly, is that death supposed to be good? Many would prefer a swift, sudden and painless exit for themselves — but a little warning when it comes to friends and relatives, with time to prepare and to say goodbye.
“A bad death” is another matter. We all know those when we see them, the miserably protracted and painful affairs that overwhelm everyone — the deceased and survivors alike — with panic, guilt and bitter regrets.
And now we have a new benchmark of bad. The writer Susan Sontag’s death, as set out in this short and immensely disturbing account by her son, David Rieff, must rank as one of the worst ever described.