My mother-in-law’s death was lovely. Her sons fought to have her brought home; we set her bed in the downstairs living area (kitchen at one end); a cat came in through the door and jumped on to the bed and stayed there for a bit; I made an apple crumble; at some point in the morning she must have died, because one brother checked on her and said, “I think she’s gone”. When the undertaker arrived, I was very impressed that he bowed to her before touching her – it felt very right.
