My grandfather was in the hospital dying of colon cancer.. he was on morphine and not really lucid most of the time. One day my dad and aunt and I were in the room, and all of a sudden he called us all over to his bed and wanted us all to hold hands, including the nurse that happened to be in the room. He had never really expressed his feelings much or been very emotional, but he proceeded to tell us how much he loved us all and how much he appreciated us being there for him, and that it was his time to go now, and he loved us... and it was his time to go.. he closed his eyes, and stopped breathing.. for at least a minute. We all were just looking at eachother in shock. Then all of a sudden he opens his eyes again, sighs, and says "Well, there seems to be a slight scheduling problem." We all did this nervous/relieved half-laugh, but we laugh about it today. He died a couple days later.