After my stepmother slowly going down hill at home, my dad finally convinced her to go to the ER. She had so many problems and complications, they kept her alive for 6 months in various hospitals until she finally passed away, after being hooked up to every machine possible. My poor dad was trying to keep her alive, but the doctors kept telling him it was time to let her go. They were together for almost 40 years. About a year and a half after, my dad started losing weight and had problems getting around the house for 4 months. I kept telling him that he needed to go and get medical help. He knew he was slowly dying, and passed away at home alone. After everything he went thru with his wife, I could see why he hated hospitals. I hope when it's my time, it's at home surrounded by loved ones and pets, maybe watching cartoons on TV.