he was on Morphine and struggling to breathe. He was 93 and I made them get a collector to catch his mess. He went on for eighteen hours and I went into his room, leaving my two sisters and one brother in the waiting room talking. He was really struggling and I said "mom, can you please come and get him". He died about 20 seconds later. Totally freaked my out. He was not a nice person. She would have not helped, if I had not asked.