I think dying must be like sitting in an aircraft ejection seat. Been a great flight, lots of turbulence, nice things to eat (nuts are nice). You've seen pretty things, met interesting people, wondered why there are children when cats are so much more convenient, you've marveled at the surreality of it all.
And all too quickly it's time to go. Because it's all going down waaay too quickly, and there's no pulling out.
You hit that button.
And the last sound you will ever hear is...