Horrible day. Long story short, I went to work on my day off, had to go have a dying man sign his Trust and Will, and in the twenty minutes it took to get there, he started dying. His family was unable to talk to him, and hold his hand in his moment of need and the hospice nurse asked me if would talk to him [the dying man] while she cleaned him up and made him more comfortable. I didn't know what to do, this was a man I had never met before and his family couldn't comfort him, I take him by the hand and he immediately squeezes it, and I tell him my name. I talk to him for awhile and he's actively looking at my eyes and face, nodding and responding to me while the attorney I work for is on his phone finding out if this man can legally sign his Will and suddenly, his grip lightens slightly and he looks like he can't breathe. I call the hospice nurse, and she immediately comes over and takes his blood pressure. 'No blood pressure,' she says as she turns to his girlfriend. She feels for her pulse as I glance up and realize that this man has met my eyes. I breathe in, before I can exhale ... 'There's no pulse,' she said. The man has remanded staring at where my eyes should have been when I glanced up at him. I slowly let go of his hand and step away as his family rushes in. 'He's gone?!' says the girlfriend. The hospice nurse waits, and a minute later, checks his pulse again. It's back, faint, but there. The man starts gasping like a fish, his mouth opening and closing, his eyes never leaving where my eyes were, and I know that he's gone. This was not in my job description.