Death
Bodvarsson never showed for a soccer game in early November. At the same time, he told colleagues at the Earth Sciences Division that he led at Lawrence Berkeley National Laboratory that he was going on vacation. Instead, Bodvarsson checked into Kaiser Permanente Hospital Oakland, complaining of problems breathing and stomach pains. His health and appetite seemed to improve, and lab coworkers came visiting. Hospital officials informed them on arrival that Bodvarsson had died, one day before he said he was to be released.
He died of a pulmonary embolism and heart failure on November 29, 2006 at the Kaiser Permanente Medical Center in Oakland.
Bo Bodvarsson was survived by two sons, Daniel Bodvarsson, 28, and Erik Ma, 8, and in Iceland, his father Bodvar Stefansson and brothers Reynir and Stefan Bodvarsson. A memorial service was held at Epworth United Methodist Church, 1953 Hopkins St., Berkeley.
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