My Grandfather was from Italy and wanted to die there in his home village of Saracena. He survived a plane crash once and refused to fly ever again so he traveled by boat back and forth about once a year on average. He made it as far as Rome his final trip.
He was a 2 pack a day unfiltered Camel smoker and was in an oxygen tent in the hospital. He'd have the nurses turn off the oxygen at least once a day so he could have a cigarette.
93 huh? He saw a lot. I hope his dying was made as comfortable as possible. It's tough to lose someone you care about. It's hard for the sensitive posters to hear about it too. It makes us feel bad when we want to insult you. Not me of course...I never insult doctors. Ya never know when you will be under the knife.