As much I hate to admit this openly, I will share. When my father was dying, I was the only family member there. I knew it would be that day (a few hours only) and I sat there thinking that I was doing him some good by being there even though he was not conscious. So anyway, it got to be around noon and I was hungry. So I left and went to McDonalds...brought the food back and watched TV while I ate. After I ate, I sang to him and he quietly passed. So what is the story here? I looked back later and was horrified that I had done such a thing! I would have been devastated if he had passed while I was gone and I would have thought terrible things about any other family member that did the same thing. What I realized later is that I have always gone to food for comfort in times of stress and that was the ultimate stress. So you may ask how I could have been hungry or eaten anything during a time like that, but I guess I see it as an addition of sorts. So I cut myself some slack about it now, but strangely enough I haven't ever eaten there again. It's so hard to explain our actions sometimes.