<p>Munchkin, my dad, who died in September, was also afraid of dying and was prescribed anti-anxiety meds, which he refused to take. But hospice was really a godsend. They sent a chaplain every week, and the nurse who cared for my father was very direct and matter-of-fact about the dying process. When the time came, he was very ready to go and his end was very peaceful and apparently painless.</p>