I missed this, from Norman Lebrecht, about the recent and clearly much to be regretted demise of the boss of Carnegie Hall:

Harth was 47, a softly-softly manager who, over two and a half years, rebuilt confidence in America’s premier concert venue and inaugurated its underground Zankel Hall with an enterprising programme of jazz, solo recitals and world music. A fitness fanatic, Harth worked out daily in the local gym. His death, of a heart attack, sent shock waves through the upper echelons of America’s performing arts.

Am I the only one who feels a deeply ignoble thrill of pleasure when a health fanatic drops dead, very possibly as a direct result of his obsession? I fear not.