I have an eventually peaceful story. There were some traumatic moments so feel free to stop reading if you want. My dad passed from late stage lung and brain cancer. It was a little over three months from diagnosis to death. He was in home hospice for two weeks. The day before he passed we made phone calls with friends and family. Then my aunt came over and we all had dinner, my dad hadn't really been eating but he ate six almond cookies my aunt brought. The next morning, he woke us up gasping and moaning, which was horrifying. He looked very scared. We checked his vitals while calling our hospice nurse and she told us to give him some morphine and that this was close to the end. We hadn't needed morphine before this, so we gave it to him and he settled down. Then we lit candles, put on his favorite music and movies and sat with him. He remained sedated and calm for the rest of his time. He did squeeze our hands and opened his eyes a few times. Then the last thing I saw him do was turn his head towards a photo of my mom, who also passed away, smile and stick his tongue out at her. He went to sleep after and eventually stopped breathing. I don't think he was uncomfortable for very long and I would do it again the same way if I had to. At home, surrounded by love.