From Ray Ortlund's blog:

“I have seen believers die, and if anything can convince a man of the reality of religion, of the truth of the Scriptures, and of the power of the Spirit, it is the death of saints.  I have seen many persons who seemed to be as much dying of their joy as of their disease, they were so happy.  Their eyes, their face, their whole bearing were those of persons in whom the utmost pain was forgotten in an excess of joy, while weakness was swallowed up in the delights of the heaven which was dawning upon them . . . for Christ has come to them, and they have seen the King in his beauty, even in the borderland before they have crossed the river and entered into Canaan.  ‘Is this to die?’ said one.  ‘Well then,’ said he, ‘it is worth while to live even to enjoy the bliss of dying.’ . . .

Only mind you do not miss the way, one of you.  Mind you do not miss the way!”

C. H. Spurgeon, 

The Treasury of the Old Testament (London, n.d.), III:272.

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I think about my death. Maybe it's the advance of years. Maybe it's the desire to be with Jesus. One thing that I pray for is that my death will somehow point to the Savior. Common practice these days leans against that happening. My sense (I don't know this as a fact.) is that most folk die in a hospital bed hooked up to tubes and wires. Or if they are home, they are drugged so that they don't feel anything. In either situation it's hard to merit the accolade that was applied to Wesley's followers, 'These people die well.' It is my hope that I would be able to imitate the attitude that Spurgeon wrote about above. What a great testimony to be unafraid of death in a culture where so many are.