Our good friend got discharged from the hospital on Friday to hospice. There was nothing more they could do. It doesn't seem that long ago that he was telling me it was a "good" kind of cancer to have, with a 90% cure rate. And he was in such good shape and took such good care of himself, surely he would be in that 90%.
He was home 24 hours and died surrounded by friends. We weren't there, except in spirit.