My dad died on Christmas Day in my house. He was found by me as if he was praying… please not on Christmas Day!!! I put him back into bed and sang his favourite hymn Ave Maria. The priest and doctor came. There should have been a post mortem as it was not my dad’s doctor, he rang the coroner at 2pm… by this time… He was Welsh and 3 sheets to the wind… We all agreed to sign the documents… My family and I sat down to Christmas Dinner at 9pm with the kids in the dining room where my dad died.