Not just the last words that got me, but when I was a new nurse working on a cardiac step down I had my first death. I'll never forget it because I was 21 at the time and she was 19. She was scared but, though she had a massive tumor on her heart, her symptoms were pretty mild, so she wasnt a difficultpatient. Waiting to see a surgeon next day. I worked nightshift, so it was around two am, and she was still wide awake. Asked me for some ice cream, so i made her a 'milkshake' with those little foam cups of strawberry ice cream, some milk, and some elbow grease. I remember handing it to her and asking if she wanted me to stay a bit, which she declined saying "I'll go to sleep really soon, dont worry about me". We coded her not five minutes later. I remember cleaning up the room after she had been intubated and carted off to ICU, never to wake again. But it was dumping out the shake I'd made her, still partially frozen, that really hit me. It had outlived her, so to speak. Cant drink strawberry milkshakes to this day.