I've always liked the story of my paternal great-grandfather and the day he died.
I know that sounds strange, but it was his 100th birthday. For many years, the family, at his doctor's urgings, had kept him from his favorite vices: roast beef, huge cigars and port wine.
On the occasion of the momentous birthday, he was asked what he wanted, and, of course, said he wanted roast beef, a big cigar, followed by port. The family indulged him, figuring that he was entitled, at least this once!
So, he enjoyed himself immensely, then went up to bed, where he died in his sleep!
To me, that's a grand way to go!
SWR