My uncle died a slow lingering death from cancer. Near the end of his life, the family gathered around him. My mother asked if she could pray with him, and he agreed so we all left the room. No one knows what transpired or exactly what was said. My uncle was a good man, but not a professing Christian. What he and my mother discussed was never repeated.

As the disease progressed, we took turns sitting with him. My turn came, and I was alone with him. He was unconscious, in a coma probably. As I prepared to pray for him, I placed my hand on his chest. When I did, he snarled at me. That’s the only way I can explain it, a snarl like an angry, cornered animal. It made me jump, but I kept my hand there and prayed. His lips remained in that position even though he made no more sounds. His face did not relax until his wife walked into the room. He died shortly after.

I have no idea what this means, but it just seems weird to me.