Why is the deathbed perspective considered so valuable?
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My own personal theory is that the deathbed perspective is quite similar to the childhood one: without the constraints of life placed upon us by social pressures and resource acquisition, we have an easier time realizing what is actually important.
Pack any situation with emotion and adrenaline, you'll get world-class mental gymnastics. Look at the exceptional efforts even animals put out when mortally threatened. The burst of energy and struggle seems like it would be epic. Including struggling with the truth.
The point of the deathbed perspective is that imagining you're looking back on your life from your deathbed can help you figure out what you find important now.
It's trying to get a different perspective on your future, looking at it from another angle.
You can't accurately imagine being old until you're old. You can't accurately imagine being right at the edge of life until you're there. It's like imagining how you'll feel at the end of a movie that wasn't filmed yet, or what the last block of a blockchain will look like before being close to it. When you're there and have the power of retrospective it's easier to have a final perspective, and even easier to express it since the concept of consequence no longer exists for you.
On one hand you have the full experience of your life so it's easy to draw the line of what was important. On the other hand this never takes into account how many of those "bad" decisions got you where you are now. So the deathbed perspective is the individual's assessment on what were the high and low points of their life, after computing the whole equation. Like deciding which block in the blockchain you're most proud of, it's only possible once you went through all of it.
No it's not, you're just too invested in your example to realize there is no point to the exercise you proposed. A model where up to 90% of data (the "unexperienced" part of your life depending on age) is imagined and by definition inaccurate can't be used for any determination.
> The point of the exercise is to figure out what you want in life now
That's the point of the exercise you proposed, very different from a deathbed perspective, and one I believe couldn't work as described.
The deathbed perspective is an exercise of taking your entire life experiences and distilling them to get a concrete core as seen from the "final checkpoint". The key is knowing that there will be no future experiences to alter the result, and that makes the determination as final and as accurate as it can ever reasonably be. It's not a decision making tool, it can't be used to alter the future. It's a conclusion, a punchline.
But if you want to see what's important now that's a decision, a seed for your future, and it's open to change and evolution. This cannot be more different from a real deathbed perspective. So taking this decision by imagining one of infinite possibilities of your future up to your distant deathbed makes no sense. Your subjectivity will lead you into imagining a completely different future every time, and getting a different perspective and decision.
That girl you like? Deciding she's "what you want now" is just a matter of imagining a future deathbed where she was key to your life happiness. Or maybe it's that job... Or something else entirely. When you're 20 or 30 your "old age" deathbed could have you a billionaire, homeless, or anything you can imagine. An imagined, relatively random, and distant future outcome can't help you decide what's best in the present more than flipping a coin will.
At best you can imagine you are now on your deathbed and go through the exercise to take a decision as if it were the conclusion. I still think it's pointless because imagining you're on your deathbed is like imagining a new color.
It's why the "bus factor" is such a weird concept. If I get hit by a bus then I guarantee that I will not care in the slightest if anyone else knows how to run the TPS reports. Same if I win the lottery!
Thought of them going into state care is quite motivating.
https://www.amazon.com/Deceit-Self-Deception-Fooling-Yoursel...
There are many actions which you might call "lying", including self-deception and politeness, but which are pretty far from the deliberate verbal deception which is generally associated with the word. If you want to understand "lying" in a broad sense, then you should definitely clarify that people lie with different motivations, methods and impacts.
It's just such a trope for narcisstic people to say "all people lie, at least I admit it to myself".
Lies, similarly, are fundamentally destructive - a lie is a piece of invalid data that corrupts, to smaller or greater extent, the minds of everyone who come in contact with it. Incorporating a lie in your reasoning moves you further from accurately perceiving reality. Sometimes, very rarely, a lie may be justified - the best of available options, even accounting for second-order effects. Usually, it isn't. But it matters whether the lie was accidental, good-faith, attempt at poisoning someone's mind, or wanton disregard for peoples' ability to grasp reality.
We suspect an enemy of the revolution is being harbored in hour house. Are you hiding this person? (forgive the preposterous example, but I hope you get my intent). It could be someone hiding from a jealous lover, someone hiding from loan sharks, etc.
There are also more fuzzy ones. Since I mentioned medicine: there's an ongoing discussion in the medical community as to if and when lies by omission are OK - is there a point to informing the patient about something they can do nothing about, when if they learn about it, it would cause them great amount of emotional distress? Caring for health doesn't mean just servicing the body like a mechanic, but also catering for person's emotional well-being.
The point I was trying to make is that lies, by default, are bad things (much like being cut by a blade). Intent, care and consequences are what can make lies very bad, or - sometimes - good.
Quite annoyed to find out it was a translation issue.
You don’t lie then testify against people. Which is a highly specific and malicious sort of lie.
Did you do the dishes is another.
Have kids. Did you eat chocolate bar? No!!!! So how did the chocolate get all over your face?
Intent very much matters. It's right there at the beginning of the reading on the topic. (The Republic, Book I)
See, you have no right to decide another's state of mind is 'not right'. That's taking their agency from them, treating them like an incompetent child. Like trying to 'murder their Self' or some such.
You can say for instance "I know where they are but you're upset. Can we talk about this before you do something you'll regret?"
If it’s meant to hurt. Then that’s a bad person.
Otherwise it’s a personality flaw that needs to be addressed. Like the “pull my finger uncle”
It’s very troublesome regardless.
Most people's usual incentives lead to them optimizing for the short-to-medium term future, i.e. the next couple of months or years.
People on their deathbed will optimize either for the extremely short term (finishing this conversation) or the extremely long term (the last chance to affect how they'll be remembered).
This suggests that if people lie on their death bed, they'll lie in different ways than ordinarily. Even if you can't take deathbed statements as unvarnished truth, their differences from everyday statements can be revealing.
It seems as if nearing the moment of death might make people desperate to represent themselves as better people, more noble than their lived experiences might have shown them to be.
I certainly have ideals to which I fail to live up, and while dying I might express those ideal to those around me, since observing my life may not have made those ideals obvious to observers.
Lying might or might not even enter into it, but I also don't see any reason why dying people wouldn't lie just as often as those who don't realize they're dying.
Dying can give you the ultimate form of freedom of speech, when you are also free from the consequences.
I agree that a person who cares about how they will be remembered has an incentive to lie. But is it greater than before that?
While I might be free in that context of worrying about future employers, I might also feel heavily constrained by the presence of my family and friends. How many people would feel free enough to say the following? "If I had spent more time with my family, they would have driven me absolutely crazy. I got so much more respect and fulfillment as a person at work than I ever did with friends and family. My only real regret is that I left that one job early to spend more time with my kids when they were teens, and they didn't even want to spend any time with me, and I missed that job."
Surely there are people who feel that way, but that kind of honesty in that context is not met kindly, so instead everybody says they wish they had spent time with family.
Maybe it's true. Then again, most people who choose to quit their jobs and stay home end up facing money troubles, which doesn't lead to happy times with family, so inasmuch as it's true, it's empty.
I mean, let's say someone suddenly and unexpectedly recovers. Are they going to then, in fact, quit their job and spend all of their time with their family and friends? Is that feasible? Is that actually what they want? Is that actually what their family and friends want?
I think there is generally just as much motivation to lie as there is for any person's entire life, just about different things, or in a different way. For the same reason, too! Most people still care what others think of them, even up to the moment of death.
To me it seems just as plausible that you don’t really want to think of all the bad times, all the bad decisions you made. Your hypothesis requires a certain point of view that a dying person doesn’t necessarily have.
And it is also the time when they are in pain, under influence of various drugs that doctors prescribed to manage pain, confused about where they are, because sickness or injury make them so.
It seemed a fairly straightforward if slightly controversial position to me. I'm not even a philosophy major.
And as someone who has been near death before I tend to agree with what the author claims. When I thought I was dying I had regrets that in my late twenties I didn't have a family and kids.
Luckily I recovered and have been healthy for 4-5 years since. I'm still not married and don't have kids. Why did I think it was so important when I thought I was dying?
Hard to say but I think because I was terrified of dying, the unknown, and wanted some piece of me to live on into the future. Now that I'm not in that position I realize that I actually don't want kids at least at this point in my life.
And me having kids or not isn't going to change the fact that after I die, hopefully many years from now, I will be completely forgotten in 100 years, probably less. Maybe an old photograph on my grandkids wall. That's true of 99.9% of us.
Your "deathbed perspective" is important but the hackneyed old idea that it's THE true insight into what's important in life is oversold, IMO.
When you think you're dying it terrifies you, I don't care who you are, I've seen enough people go through it that the "I'm not afraid of death" braggadocio is horseshit in almost every case. Your views on life when you're terrified of the unknown are important, sure, but not THE most important, or best insight into what life is.
The most important thing in life today is riding around town in a yellow double decker bus. Tomorrow the most important thing in life is watching Peppa. The day after it’s chocolate.
> For one thing, the status of the (so-called) hindsight bias is contested
Why? Were some seminal studies in hindsight bias overturned? This sounds interesting!
...Oh. No, some other guy thought really hard and decided it doesn't make sense. This must be a philosophy paper.
Made sure to say what I wanted to kids, (best I could). Reached out to ones that I wanted to.
The experience definitely changes perspective. Spending time with loved ones is far more important. Work is far less, except when I need a break from loved ones.
I really stopped giving any sort of sh*t what anyone thought. So I’m much less afraid to call it like I see it.
Achieving or accomplishing something is important, it's not so important what exactly, but if you never achieve or accomplish anything at all you will have difficulty forming relationships with quality people
Edit: If you want to. Being a millionaire gives you the chance to choose to spend time with friends instead of doing chores, because you can pay people to do chores.
(Trust-fund kids, on the other hand, do have a lot of time for socializing. Unclear whether they are happier than others or not, though.)
Do you really mean that? Do you find that those who achieve are the most likely to have "a lot more time" to focus on their interpersonal relationships?
Beyond a modest income, my experiences do not line up. This is almost the same reason that I believe the 20th century conception of retirement is a bit silly.
Even the ones that are still working have plenty of time to spend with friends, because they hire people to do chores like cleaning and folding laundry, and then pay for takeout food to save time on cooking and dishes.
It isn't a necessary conclusion.
That was my point -- that having millions gives you a lot of freedom to choose how you spend your time.
I find that learning stuff and being able to do things improve my relationships dramatically. You got to have something to be able to give back.
- "I should have done X" (regret because X wasn't followed)
there are probably as many:
- "I should not have done X" (regret because X was followed and made things shit)
Even the "should not have worked as hard" would be most likely balanced with others saying: "should not have been as slack or loose at work, and did something important, made some legacy"
In the end, nothing really matters, and the perspective at the deathbed might have hindsight in its favor, but it's equally blind to the consequences of alternatives that weren't followed.
I tried it once, going out of my comfort zone to do the backpacking thing, but it just wasn't for me. I'm not very social, have trouble entertaining myself, and end up spending a ton of money on food, drink and entertainment just to not be alone with my thoughts too much.
Because of COVID I didn't even get to do much actual hiking or backpacking as I planned; I went out to the west coast and everything shut down basically as soon as I got settled in.
Then I had a couple of deaths in the family due to COVID. The nest egg I had built up for the trip would have been really helpful, but I essentially wasted it to sit in an apartment. Now I'm searching for jobs nowhere close to where I was at because my industry took a massive hit.
Life's a dice roll. Hedge your bets.
Some people take the state of their mind as a given and structure their life around that. Others learn that you can change your mind.
My experience is that the latter leads to profound riches. But then, I failed at the former.
My brother did the same thing and like you did not enjoy it. He thought it was too boring without another person. I havnt dont it but I'm very comfortable with really limited social contact and live in my own thoughts. If I had two good knees I'd likely take some type of break to try it out.
I went to Europe with my father and brother and remember those trips much more than ones I've taken on my own.
and in a way, I suspect that backpackers and intense travelers have traded one form of "working too hard" for another. "making the most of your youth" is a FOMO perspective. I prefer to focus on appreciating what I already have.
I find it is happening among some women I know who chose to stay at home and now, as the kids are getting older, are thinking about what they could have been. It's a harder choice than people realize.
I had a friend who said her tombstone would read "She had potential".
Not sure if as many regret that they didn't put in the extra hours to get to the next level in a big corporation.
Success is important, feeling successful is important. It can be hard to be happy with "good enough".
http://www.paulgraham.com/hamming.html
Just read it for the first time yesterday and plan on doing so many more times in the future.
If you spend your life as a family person, you might regret not making an impact on the community/the world. If you spend your life chasing impact, you might regret not enjoying family life. If you spend your life chasing money, you might regret either. Etc.
Either way, you'll regret something, so it's not a good source of insights for those who are still alive.
[1] https://www.ted.com/talks/daniel_kahneman_the_riddle_of_expe...
1) I felt complete peace about dying. In fact, I had to reason myself towards wanting to live
2) I felt a level of clarity about what was important to me that I have never felt before (or since). I struggle to incorporate that into my life on an ongoing basis.
I think these experiences were a terrible gift. I would wish everyone experienced the clarity I had but I could not wish you had to go where I did to get it.
Is this a silly question? That's an interesting datum in itself.
Doesn't seem poignant, I think this is sad. In a previous comment I said, "In America we have an odd relationship with the inevitable. Sometimes people get a terminal diagnosis, and sometimes they fight it. ..." [0]
Fighting the inevitable is not a noble way to go. Sometimes people can forestall their passing for a few weeks, months or years, but the reaper comes for us all. There are a lot of hucksters who steal with the promise of giving us a little more time...
[0] https://news.ycombinator.com/item?id=20224523
Children should be exposed to the wisdom of this quote, maybe from Tecumseh, maybe from some other native American:
"So live your life that the fear of death can never enter your heart. Trouble no one about their religion; respect others in their view, and demand that they respect yours. Love your life, perfect your life, beautify all things in your life. Seek to make your life long and its purpose in the service of your people. Prepare a noble death song for the day when you go over the great divide. Always give a word or a sign of salute when meeting or passing a friend, even a stranger, when in a lonely place. Show respect to all people and grovel to none.
"When you arise in the morning give thanks for the food and for the joy of living. If you see no reason for giving thanks, the fault lies only in yourself. Abuse no one and no thing, for abuse turns the wise ones to fools and robs the spirit of its vision.
"When it comes your time to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with the fear of death, so that when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way. Sing your death song and die like a hero going home.” [1]
Whether or not there's a divide to go over, I think it important to not fight the inevitable. Make the most of the time you have, but don't fear the reaper [2].
[1] https://nativeheritageproject.com/2013/11/17/tecumseh-die-li...
[2] https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PVn6b9QQZeM - "The song, written and sung by lead guitarist Donald "Buck Dharma" Roeser, deals with eternal love and the inevitability of death." https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/(Don%27t_Fear)_The_Reaper
As someone who has been quite close to death and recovered, I can say with 100% certainty you truly have no idea what that bone-chilling terror is to know that you could well and truly die soon and there's nothing you can do about it.
The unknown is one of the most terrifying things known to mankind. Death is the ultimate unknown. Why else would so many religions involve either an afterlife or reincarnation? Because believing we will turn to dust and cease to exist is incredibly tough to grapple with!
So yeah, good luck on dying as the valiant hero bravely staring down the long sleep!
I knocked myself out, nearly drowned, and don't remember 2 weeks. Phased back in over the course of about 6 months. I thought that was basically like being dead, but I've since reconsidered.
Modern Americans don't deal well with death, maybe because we're led to think it's avoidable. I've been watching some movies of the civil war period recently. There were lots of casualties, much more so than previous wars. WWI and WWII and Vietnam were bloodbaths too (more for the Vietnamese civilians than the US soldiers).
The japanese gave their kamakazi pilots meth to help them feel immortal -- soldiers might have survived the skirmish, but being a kamikazi was a death sentence. The japanese were more ... cavalier about dying, which I think helped them to be more efficient fighters.
Pre-modern Americans must have been more realistic about dying. I think it'd be easier to make smart political decisions with the assumption that we're all going to die eventually, than with the assumption that death is optional.
But I feel that assuming this perspective is better than the other one (about not wanting to die) in this respect (for this particular thing about wanting to live or die on one's deathbed) is just a way of rationalizing death rather than accepting that people just have different natures.
One of the recurring characters on Star Trek were the omniscient immortal Q. One of the recurring subplots was of the Q getting bored of being immortal. "For us, the disease is immortality." https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iqvxufh6ZDo
It's one thing to have purpose, or meaningful things to do. Sometimes people get to the place where they're just taking up space. My mom's 97 year old friend (stroked at 89, can't communicate) spends 7 days a week in her little room at the care home. We try to visit semi-regularly, but that turns out to be about two hours a week, or every-other-week. I've heard lately she's getting herself out of bed and falls. She is kept alive, but she doesn't really care to live. I think she was able to express this to her helper, when she was living at home...
Speaking of Star Trek, Picard spends his entire spin-off series waxing lyrical about how death is so meaningful but when faced with his own death he [SPOILER ALERT] opts to become immortal instead.
It's clear that you rage against the dying of your light constantly (as do we all, as we should) since death through inaction is available to us all daily and yet you choose action.
Considering you don't take your own advice and actively consume water, it is hard to believe you.
There is no nobility in surrender. There is no reward for acquiescence. Resistance to the bitter end, squeezing everything you can from life while you can, and making the most of what has been gifted to you - that is the noble course.
Would it even be possible, or are most people your friend with money but not without. This should be read in two different ways: the cynical they are your friends for the money; and the more charitable without money you are a freeloader not worthy of being a friend.
You don't have the chance to talk to them because when you are working hard at the office with your like minded colleagues they're at the pub like minded friends.
* When I think "I should have worked less" I imagine myself as having worked less and achieved the same. I fail to model the counterfactual reality accurately. I'm imagining a world where my bank balance is the same but I had 20% more time. That means for me, the "I wish I hadn't worked as hard" would be a poor statement. I would fail to have my standard of living. It's possible others are just as bad at the modeling and seeing what I've seen of others, I'm a slightly above average modeler in general.
* I am comfortable with most of my correspondence being public after I die (and for that which reveals details about other participants, when they die as well). But I know that many HN commenters hate this. They have articulated this strongly in the past so I know that control of how you are perceived post-death is important to many others. Unable to categorize who goes into perception management and who goes into Diogenes, I should reasonably not infer that people will tell the truth since they could just be perception managing.
Overall, interesting article. Made me think about a thing I did not even realize I assumed without basis: that deathbed perspectives are valuable because of lack of incentives.
I suppose there is the added truth that people on their deathbed are rarely as mentally able as those for whom death is far.
Yes, I think downgrading my view of the deathbed perspective is correct.
My main issue with the deathbed advice is exactly what he calls "hindsight bias". The deathbed advice is more of a wish-list -- it's not like they were thinking at the time "I should work harder" or "I don't live as my true self, and that's fine". I try to not work too hard, but I also try to make a good and meaningful career for myself. Do I just work less hard? I try to live as my authentic self, but looking back 5 years I see I was probably not doing, in a bunch of ways that seem obvious now but weren't at the time. I wish I had stayed in touch with some of my friends, but quite a few of them I'm happy I cut ties with.
I take no big offence with the advice in general. I think most people recognize that list as things that are sensible and lead to a higher-quality life. If these advice came from a generic life-coach, we'd shrug and say "good points, seems about right, easier said than done". But somehow, because they are "deathbed regrets" they get a veneer of sage-likeness.
Then again, here we are arguing about articles on Hacker News, so what the hell do we know about happiness?
I’m not sure if you’re joking or not but many people are not when they say this.
Immortality is impossible in this universe given known physics. The use of the word is at best equivocation and a rather desperate self-delusion. Even if we ignore physics the probability of dying by murder or suicide trend towards 1. All of us are contingent and will eventually face our death.
Are you prepared to bet on this?
We have a bit of time to worry about that if we manage to get rid of aging though, I'll give you that !
[1] https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heat_death_of_the_universe
"Biological immortality" is an equivocation. Immortality is not dying, "not aging" is not immortality as, for instance, those jellyfish definitely die. Even if we stopped humans biologically aging and cured all diseases the universe will still find a way to kill us even if we sidestep all the causes until the universe itself dies of heat death.
As someone pointed out these are often also similar to the more "child like" thoughts that are not constrained by society and do very much so seem to be more of the things that actually do matter.
This is a strong, frustratingly unsubstantiated claim. Do we see deathbed wishes vary across cultures in variance with advertised values? Did deathbed wishes “sync up” when mass advertising took hold?
Of course, it may be hard to figure this out, if tomorrow isn't really your last day. Its easy to fudge and wriggle and decide you don't really have something to say, or don't want to reveal what it might be. It can also be easier to face when asked by a group you are close to, because you don't want to lie to them (even if you would lie to yourself). So it doesn't often yield catharsis. But sometimes it does.
Here in America we often think of Religion as dogma, or as a philosophy, when in reality there are many through-lines that are more adequately characterized as a process of intense questioning and exploration carried on continuously since the beginning of civilization.
After so much effort, the conclusions are quite stable, and you will find them most accessibly in the Indian, Tibetan, and Chinese canons.
Was there a second question: "What was the greatest sense of accomplishment?"
Without a counter question of some sort, this seems.... unbalanced by construction.
- Would someone declare their most heartfelt thoughts to a random nurse? - Would someone who isn't really a people person bother expressing their wisdom to another person?
Life is risk. You make a choice. When I was sick and alone and had some risk of dying due to my circumstances I felt lonely, but that moment does not define my global preferences.
It does not mean that I need / should construct my life that when I’m at risk for death I should have people around me. The question is, what will that cost the rest my life in terms of quality of life.
This is painful obvious if you think about it and yet...here we are.
"Before you ask why ask if."
https://www.quora.com/Can-you-explain-Before-you-ask-why-ask...
Your last words likely won't be wise, witty, or even coherent.
A good account from a medical professional on what the end stage of life actually looks like can be found here:
https://slatestarcodex.com/2013/07/17/who-by-very-slow-decay...
I was particularly struck by the following comment from one of the readers:
""" My grandmother has dementia to the point that she yells and moans the same thing non stop 24 hours a day, including the phrase, “please help me”. This is continuous except for 15 minute patches of sleep here and there as she no longer really sleeps just dozes. She weighs 90 lbs if that and is eggshell fragile screaming when touched due to degenerative muscle tears compounded by arthritis. Her bowels no longer work and she fluctuates between constipation, where the assistants administer a suppository, or she has explosive diarrhea that must be cleaned up which requires moving her excessively and thus more screaming and claims of pain. She is on peritoneal dialysis and has congestive heart failure with a pace maker, prior to loosing all capacities a few months back she was swallowing nitroglycerin like candy and up until she stopped walking entirely my mom was dragging her to doctors and what not. Even then moving was difficult and required wheelchairs and walkers. Her dialysis port is always sore and semi infected despite meticulous hygiene.
She has a raging UTI on a twice monthly basis though she is bathed by attendants and her diaper and garments changed regularly. She is on oxygen though she does not even move about to use oxygen as she can no longer stand nor even muster the strength to hold a sippy cup. She has forgotten how to eat or even swallow and still she is forced to choke down at least 15 pills per day and takes the occasional bite if food which she may stop chewing and allow to fall from her mouth. Her mouth is so dry the pills do not even dissolve when they lodge so she has to be coaxed and coaxed endlessly and given water in a dropper. She has round the clock private care to the tune of a few thousand per month. I had rather this money go to medical research or a non profit hospital. This team also includes a physical therapist which is useless. She is always freezing and has to be by a fireplace or heater or covered in layers of heated blankets so comfort is hard to achieve.
She is moved around like a doll with much ado and her screaming in pain which my mom would claim was from her dementia and not so much pain. Finally after months of this torture on her poor failing little body my mother is now considering hospice care mainly due to the cocktail of pain killers and anti anxiety pills no longer soothe her at all-I really have no clue why it has not stopped her heart. It has been surreal to witness this and I feel so bad for people who do not have the resources or loved ones for even this much relief if relief is what you call it. However I think my grandmother would have never considered euthanasia or absence of life saving measures if given a choice while she was cogent because she had an unhealthy fear of death even then.
The way we view death is really twisted and I fault religious nonsense with a lot of that phobia. Modern medicine, while mostly positive, can be grotesque because it can extend life past a semblance of life. I personally have had a living will made since this despite being young and can only hope we make strides in having physician assisted suicide legalized so people have options. """
I don't remember the last words my dad said before he passed. We had some irrelevant chitchat about my daily life, and I got him something to drink or similar.
But as I left that evening and we said good night, he reached out and we shook hands, something we almost never did.
And in that moment, the few seconds as we shook hands in silence and just looked at each other, I felt a deep, profound connection. All of me could feel that he was saying his final goodbye, and I thanked him in silence.
He passed away the next morning before I got back. He'd told the nurse and doctor he didn't want more oxygen, which they honored, and after a short while he slept for good.
So in a way I never got to have a final word with him. But I'm very glad we got to say goodbye.
https://www.theatlantic.com/family/archive/2019/01/how-do-pe...
It usually doesn't make any kind of discernable sense.
Probably the saddest example:
>They quote a 17-year-old, dying of cancer, distraught because she can’t find the map. “If I could find the map, I could go home! Where’s the map? I want to go home!”
If people are allowed to die, they will have last words, and will then die when their body on its own is not able to sustain process of life.
I agree with the pasted comment, we need to make strides in allowing the right to die.
I watched my grandfather decline over several years before finally dying of Alzheimers/related. His wife had a much longer and mostly happy time in the assisted living facility, followed by a relatively quick period of dying subsequent to a fall and complications from it.
Her experience was 1000x more preferable in my estimation. His experience was agonizing for all involved, perhaps most distressingly for him. I don't know when the right time is to decide "today is the last day" for a family member (or yourself), but I'm quite sure that the answer should not be "at the latest possible date that modern medicine can enable".