I have never actually seen somebody die in person. When I said my goodbyes to my parents, each had a few hours left. I felt that I could not endure the stress of seeing them actually pass. At their time, my father seemed to want to be alone - proud to die in a Navy nursing facility. My mother seemed to acknowledge my many visits with her, that now she was there for me. (Neither parent could speak then). My father's funeral at Arlington National Cemetery made me so proud of him and appreciate the respect of those present. My mother's was rather perfunctory, kind of like an inside Navy joke. What is said may be true - nothing can prepare one for death. Et tu?