In a quiet suburban neighborhood of well-kept identical townhomes in Palm Harbor, Fla., 85-year-old Anthony Tomaselli had his predictable routine. Every evening after watching Wheel of Fortune, he went to the nearby beach to catch the sunset. Returning home, he would read his prayer cards, in Italian and English. And before bed he would drink his favorite cocktail, a vodka and Diet Coke. But in the weeks after his live-in girlfriend had died, the widowed man’s two daughters, Mary Beth Tomaselli, 65, and Linda Roberts, 64, said he often seemed confused and forgetful and urged him to move into assisted living. He wanted to stay put. Their arguments became moot when Linda, a doctor’s office receptionist, called 911 on the morning of March 6, 2015, and told the operator that…
