This was my father's mother, an extremely colourful character, used to run a guest house in Margate. (edited but see comments)
She was the last person in my family of her generation. I'm one step closer to the top.
Cliff will probably die within the next week or so. He has a broken hip, a UT infection, knackered heart and lungs ... he's had enough, too, which makes more difference than all the rest combined.
He's an old friend. I've known him all my life -- he used to play cards with my mother's half of the family.
Both of these people are/were in their mid-nineties. Both have had full, happy, complete lives.
Neither will have any cause to complain.
Time to move on.