He squarely blamed the heat for his inertia.
Summer wasn’t a time to work.
He’d doze under the tree, occasionally letting slip a little snore, while the sun raged down on a scurrying world.
You couldn’t really blame the neighbors, therefore, when they noticed his stiff body only three days later, the snores silenced forever.
Wisdom Wears Neon Pyjamas 
Vox populi