How was Bronson Battersby able to starve to death, cold and alone?

A toddler gazes up guilelessly into the camera lens. Big brown eyes beneath a long fringe, a Pudsey pyjama top, bare legs. Cute as a button. His name is Bronson Battersby. Two years of age. Big enough for a Teletubbies birthday cake; not big enough to reach the door of the fridge.