For me, this is the perfect death, the kind I would wish for anyone I loved. In the short term it is a shock for the bereaved. My mother had no time to prepare for the sudden removal of the man who was effectively her father, no time to gear up for her own grieving process. The dying ritual she had expected had been denied her and the being dead part had come without warning. In the long term, though, those left behind are invariably comforted to know that the person doing the dying did so in the least physically and psychologically distressing way possible.
