The day my great grandma died she kept looking up in the corner and asking "Am I going home?" To no one in particular. No matter how many times we answered her she wouldn't stop asking that question. When her time finally came she raised her fist into the air and yelled "on ward" and then fell back peacefully. That was her last word on her death bed.
Later found out that her mother (my great great grandma) did the exact same thing when she died. Asking over and over again if she was going home.