I have two, both from the early years of my career, when I was working night shift charge in LTC.
The first was a very nice lady. She was obvioiusly dying. Several family members were around her bed. Two of them got into an argument, literally standing over the dying woman, yelling over top of her. I came into the room, and told them all to get out, this woman was dying and she didn't need that crap going on. All the family went out to the dining room. The daughter who had been there nearly continuously came to me in tears wanting to go back in.
I let her come back in. She stood at the mother's bedside and apologized for all the yelling. The patient opened her eyes , reached her right hand upwards toward her left, smiled the most beautiful smile (think of an infertile woman who knows she is having twins is the best comparison I can think of), and very quietly, smilingly died. I have NEVER saw anyone look so happy and sweet as they passed.

Fast forward a few months. Another lady patient. Her DH a pt at the NH also. She has one son, states away. Suffers with frequent bouts of pleurisy and keeps going downhill slowly. Was a very prominent member of the community and church member all her life. The night before she died we had her in a recliner at the nurse's desk because she didn't want to be alone. She would scream out, "OH MY GOD!! THE DEVIL'S COMING FOR ME! HE'S GOING TO TAKE ME!" and did not stop all night. She was doing it when I left that morning, and she died that afternoon. The other nurses said she was screaming it up until the instant she passed.............

