My father spent most of his final months at home but had a place in a hospice. On the Monday morning, he woke up at home and got to the toilet. Then found he couldn’t move. My mum and I managed to get him out, called an ambulance and got him to the hospice. When the doctor came, he asked my dad what he wanted, my dad said “water, a cigarette and death!” The doctor said we’ll do our best, he died 3 days later with some amazing random firework display outside the window and me holding his hand and talking to him. His soul expanded out into the air as he took his last breath.