I don't really have a story but here are the facts.
I was present when my mother and my husband died. They both went in their sleep, both on syringe driven pain relief. They just stopped breathing. My mother died in hospital, my sister and I were by her bedside and the nurse confirmed her death. Everything was done very respectfully. My mother was heavily drugged but my sister and I both believe that she knew we were there.
My husband died at home and I confirmed his death myself as I was alone in the house with him. I then phoned the GP surgery to tell them what had happened which was quite strange and the GP came out with one of the District Nurses who had been visiting. Again everything was done with great love and respect. Once that had been dealt with, i phone the undertaker who arranged to come later in the day. They dealt with me very kindly and gently.
I would like to say, as one who believes in god, that I felt some comfort or felt their spirits pass or something. In fact in both cases I just felt numb and got on with the practicalities of what needed to be done.