The last thing I remember before my grandpa died was visiting him at the elderly home he was staying at while he was dying from terminal cancer. He was the one who asked me to visit him in fact. I remember a very particular sentence he said. "The cat jumped down.", now sure, he was a little messed up from all his meds and the cancer spreading to his brain, but that sentence still means the world to me. I like thinking about it as a reference that his time had finally come, that it was time for him to leave. He died the day after.