An aunt and an uncle (both by marriage) of mine died a couple of years ago. (They weren't related -- one was on my Dad's side, and one on my mother's.)
Their families were with them when they died. A cousin from each family has a wee story to tell.
My aunt was an English Catholic, but she was being cared for in a CoE care home when she died. The Catholic priest had visited her eariler that day, but when she died there was CoE vicar visiting other patients elsewhere in the home. When he was told that my aunt had died, he came down to the room to offer his condolences to my cousins. He offered to lead a prayer. My cousin K snapped angrily: "Mummy was a Catholic, Vicar. You can't steal her on her death bed". It being England, the funeral was a few weeks later, and cousin K had calmed down and realsied how rude she had been to the vicar.
When my uncle died, my aunt, most of his children and their wives and husban were there. Naturally, they were crying and upset. About half an hour later the doctor came back into the room. He needed to do check the heart again before they could confirm my uncle was dead. Cousin S. thought to himself: "If he's still alive after us bawling our eyes out for the last half hour, I'll bloody well smother him myself!"
His wife squeezed his hand and said "Don't worry, it's just a procdure they have to follow. He has passed".
Cousin S asked her what she meant.
"You won't have to smother him, it's OK", she said.
"I didn't say that out loud", cousin S said, and everybody else burst out laughing.