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My father died here last September. Not creepy at all, in fact, I'm happy that he spent his final moments here where he lived instead of being pumped full of drugs in a hospital bed. We had that option, but when there is no hope for someone to survive, I feel it's more important for them to be with the people they love. I think that the only thing that would have made his premature death more upsetting to me would have been if he had been in the hospital when we knew that nothing could be done.
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