That's a precious gift for the surviving family members.

In my grandmother's case she was was dying of liver failure and was denied strong enough pain killers because they're addictive. The restrictions around them meant the only things she was given strong enough were pill form. But she was throwing everything up. She also lived in a Marijuana unfriendly state. So until she fell into that final coma and was released home to die under palliative home care she was in constant agony. It was absolutely horrible. There's nothing to do but hold her hand and cry with her through it. I was considering helping her die, damn the consequences.

I pitched an absolute fit to bring her home. One of the nurses at the nursing wing saw the state we were in and set us up with a palliative nurse who brought pain meds in a dissolvable strip that's placed under the tongue. The relief was instant. You could tell; she fell into a peaceful pose. She died a week later. In peace. At home. Loved.

That was so unnecessary though. Concern over a terminal patient getting addicted.