What follows is offered in response to Velvet Verbosity's 100 Word Challenge. The word is "Epicurean".
He wheezed heavily as he slowly trudged up the stairs. Third floor walkups will do that to the
young and slender, much less a man of his size and girth.
Years of epicurean delights lay upon him now, making it difficult to do the simplest of things, like getting to his rooms.
The days of elevators and doormen were gone. Ease and comfort were memories.
How far he had fallen.
He sat on the top step, at the last landing. He needed to catch his breath, rest his tired legs.
That's how he was found; dead, and blocking the stairs.