My first job after graduation was in an intensive care unit. I worked 3rd shift, and it seemed like everyone died on that shift. The nurses seemed cold and callous and death did not bother them at all. The truth is, I was too young and not mature enough to handle that job. Now, as I look back on my 45 years of nursing, I matured and my heart changed. Through the years, caring for the dying became an extremely rewarding experience. Saints die well, and I have received many blessing from being with their family at their bedside, and keeping them comfortable at the end of their life.