I just want to wake up dead
That is what my father always said about dying. A gentle, uneventful passing.This is what happened. He awoke on the fateful day, got up, ate his usual cholesterol-rich breakfast, and then returned to bed for a nap.
He was in his mid-nineties.
At some point somebody noticed that he did not look quite right. A check at the bedside revealed that he had died during his nap. As I see it, things turned out better than he had hoped for. He woke up, had a good breakfast, fell asleep and died.
I'm glad he had the breakfast.
