Interesting, because my SIL told my MIL on the way to Hospice that this was it, there was no coming out again. My MIL was super thin, but her main problem was from a stroke she had years before and she could not really speak coherently. It took her two weeks to die and they said she was not allowed food or drink, although they did swipe a moist sponge on a stick through her mouth once in a while. My hubby and sisters sat there and sang and held her hand and thought it was all fine. I had to leave, I could not witness the long slow (and what must have been angonizing internally) death march. I feel to this day it was planned and sanctioned societal murder. Horrifying.