We know what the process of dying is like inside of four walls. It is a sentence we continue to carry out because it is familiar (and covered by insurance, perhaps). Imagine stripping away the white walls, the plugs, the outlets, the beeping, the chatter, the fluorescent lights. Imagine opening your eyes and seeing green leaves, brown bark, blue skies, white clouds, yellow sunlight, or dark rain clouds. Imagine smelling the fresh air breezing through, or the smell of pine or oncoming rain. Imagine feeling the warmth of the sun or sometimes raindrops. Perhaps, imagine being surrounded by a gauze-type canopy through which the mountains can be seen. Imagine hearing a running brook or stream and the call of birds. Imagine that pain is alleviated through various medicinal paths. Imagine being with others and not alone. Imagine being called home and taking one's last breath, of fresh air, in a natural setting.