51, that's much too young to go. Terrible. My first encounter with Weil's was as a teenager back in the late 1960s / early 1970s, in Wales, when, one night, the ne'er-do-well brother of the lady owner of a small, thriving, agricultural market-town hotel, a man who was always in the bar getting a skinful, drove the two miles back to his house in a nearby riverside village. Half way there his car went off the road, ran down a steep wooded bank and came to rest with its front wheels and bonnet in one of the lower river's best-known salmon pools. The man, drunk, dazed but unhurt, got out of the car, crawled to and along the riverbank for a short distance, rested for a few minutes, then climbed back up to the road, walked home and went to bed to sleep it off. A few days later he developed a cold, then flu ... ten days later he was dead - Weil's.