Let me start by saying that I know what the death rattle sounds like. I've heard it. Although I didn't know what I was hearing at the time that I heard it.
Back in 2004, my father was sick and my mother was scared. I drove to their house and chatted with my parents, as though nothing were wrong. And shortly thereafter, my father got up off the couch and went to bed. And snored. We were relieved that he was finally asleep. Then I heard two of the strangest snore-like sounds I've ever heard. Long snore-like sounds. We all looked up from our spots at the dining room table and said, "What was that?" But then we decided my father was just really tired and was snoring kinda funny. He was found dead in his bed the next morning.
Fast forward to last night. I was going to bed rather late and Rick had already gone to bed. I crept into the bedroom and gently closed the bathroom door and got ready for bed, in the bathroom. Then I heard it. It was unmistakable. The death rattle.
I froze. I waited. I didn't quite know what to do. Actually there was nothing I could do.
When I had gathered my thoughts, I swallowed hard and slowly walked out of the bathroom, unsure of what I was going to see.
But it was there...
Rick... sitting up in bed... watching TV... alive and well.
But the poor guy on TV wasn't doing so well.
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