That night, I sat with Eddie in his hospital room until 1 am. He told me the room was full of angels and he was afraid that he was dying for sure. I reminded him of what Jesus said, and told him, "If there are angels here, they are either here to heal you or to take you to heaven. So there's nothing to fear." He agreed and went to sleep. The next day, he told me that he wanted to be disconnected from everything. If he lived, so be it. If he died, he was ready. They moved him to the hospice ward and shortly after arriving there he told me, "Sweetheart, I won't be here tomorrow. Something has changed." He refused morphine, claiming he had no pain, and rested peacefully, dozing off and on, talking with us very lucidly, listening to jazz music and watching TV. At one point, he said, "Turn off the TV. I can't see anything anyway because of that big tunnel swirling in front of it. Do you see that?" I did not, and yet I knew what it must be - the tunnel spoken of by people having an NDE! It amazed me that he was seeing this at a time that proved to be ten hours before his death, right there in the middle of the hospice room. I knew that Eddie didn't know about NDE accounts or any details of other people's experiences. That kind of information was just not on his radar.