When my darling husband died I told the night nurses, “make him look nice” when they telephoned me. They had combed his matted hair, closed his very lovely eyes, but his mouth hung open as it had been when he gasped for his last breath. “Give me a gauze bandage” I said. I showed the young Philipino nurse how to tie up the jaw so that it would not fall open again. I arranged his lips in the way with which he would have held them – he was very beautiful. It was the last thing I could do for him. I have, as an old retired nurse laid out many people. It is a gentle task