When my grandad was dying from pneumonia he was in a coma but thrashing around and trying to pull out all the tubes, drips for antibiotics, breathing etc. My dad and aunt felt it was better to remove the tubes and allow him to die peacefully. The next day I visited him with my aunt and he was peaceful and still. We talked for hours. I had just got married in another country and as I left I held his hand to say goodbye. With his fingers he felt my ring finger and I realised although he hadn’t shown any sign of response all day he must’ve heard and was showing me he knew I had married. It was lovely, I left and he died the next day.