My mother died a couple of weeks ago at 88. She was remarkably healthy, and took no medicines, and didn't even know any doctors. While saddened, In retrospect, I am relieved that she told me she was looking forward to visiting God.
For those of you who haven't been down that road with your parents yet,
dammit! Make a plan for your own demise. Let everybody know how you want to be buried, get your will into everybody's hands and just make sure you don't become a burden to add to your family's grief.
Myself, I plan on being so contrary, independent, and obstreperous that everybody will be glad when I am gone. I also plan on taking care of myself and lasting so long that everyone will be saying at my funeral that they didn't think I was
ever going to croak. No grief, no pain, just goodbye.