My aunt and my grandfather. Both were quite surreal as I saw them days before their death, and their bodies withered away so quickly when they were alive.
I saw my aunt when I was younger in her bed. That one was strange because she was so emaciated and her wig and makeup were gone, and she was just in a night gown... everyone was just so quiet and the fact she was alive 3 minutes ago was unsettling to say the least.
My grandfather had ninja cancer that wasn't found until it was too late (the only reason they found it was because they broke his hip so he went to the hospital). Just a few months before he was dying his hair darker and chasing after younger women. He was always barrel chested, loud, and happy. I actually burst into tear when I first saw him after the cancer was found, but he didn't even look like my grandfather. He was so emaciated (similar to my aunt) his hair had gone completely white, and he could hardly talk because of the pain. One of the last things I did with him before he died was watch a documentary on volcanoes in his room while he held my hand. Once again, it was surreal. Actually I suppose his whole decline was surreal. What makes it even more strange was that I had just gotten The Antler's album Hospice which is narrative about a couple and the girl is dying of bone cancer in the femur. My grandfather had bone cancer (although his was in his spine mainly), so I found out while I was just starting to get into the album.
I love that album to this day still. It kinda reminds me of him.
