Well, very near death, is one of the life experiences thats most likely to trigger the most intense feelings of emotion, triggering imagination. I, for one, would very much like to have my loving kids & wife, from my still-functional family by my side. To see the love in their eyes would calm me, at the moment it would mean everything! love earned from a lifelong commitment and devotion to them, as the last pixels of light extinguish from my eyes, & I want my last breath to be in anticipation of meeting with them once again in the heavens above, knowing that maybe I'd just barely scraped by into the heavens, by God's grace alone. Yea, death would flood your brain with DMT. My sister in law works in ICU shes seen many die while unconscientious, and she's seen many die while conscientious. For most of the conscientious deaths, imminent death triggers an episode of absolute gut-wrenching horror on their faces brought on by their wretched lives of promiscuity unfaithfulness & deviance, and they follow with their eyes unseen figures in the room & speak of reapers coming to take them into the pit of hell. What kinds of unimaginable horrors would trigger such intense emotions to pump so much DMT in the brain to trigger one's dying body to release a 'smell of death'? But most nurses are much more smarter than the dying, to acknowledge the realm of the spiritual... & instead brush this off as 'systemic shutdown dysphoria'. We all know the saying age brings wisdom, respect your elders etc. Well even on their dying breath they have so much to tell us! But today's society is so educated that it brushes off the ultimate gift of wisdom from our elderly, their dying gasps, as hallucinations. The day to face the living God will come for all. Will come for everybody. Imagine knowing you're old & weak & on your last 5 breaths. Grotesquely distorted demons close in on you in your bedchamber. You think back on your life of sloth & degeneracy, & are finally forced to acknowledge the existence of heaven & hell, you never believed demons existed, after all. But now filled with terror of facing eternity in hell(& hell is reeeal baaad), your body is in shock & can't even draw strength to say 'forgive me Lord' as the last breath escapes your dead body, & your last thought of going to hell floods your brain with emotions of everlasting hate & anger knowing that you're now in hell & there's nothing you can do about it. Yea, dying would pump the brain full of DMT, & I know which side of the fence I wanna be sitting on when I get there! edit: well, writing all this out made me realize that being there for your parents' passing is not an option!