My father passed away peacefully in his sleep when his heart stopped for good. Mom tried to shake him awake the next morning and knew he was gone. She didn't panic, or even call for an ambulance. She just kissed him on the cheek and robotically called each of her kids. She was still in her robe when I got there, with him lying in their bed.
I took my turn saying goodbye and waiting for reality to set in. Then I gave my brothers their turn, and took mom to the kitchen for some coffee. I opened the cupboard to pull out the mugs, and a World's Best Dad sat on the shelf directly in front of me.
I pulled it out with two others and poured three cups of coffee for mom, dad, and me.