One of the social workers who I work with and I went to visit an actively dying patient last week in his home. When we arrived the entire block was full of cars, and inside the house were at least 75 family members - filling up all three levels of the house. The patient was in a lofted room of sorts, with his wife holding him up in the bed - which she had been doing all night. The entire room where he was was surrounded by friends and family. Death was present, but watching his wife's love for him and their family and friends' love for them was one of the most beautiful things I've seen in a long time.