Horrible
Perhaps. I hope to be doing something I enjoy when the lights go out.
Not looking forward to a slow decline and spending months or years aware that things are slowly grinding to a halt.
May the lady rest in peace. But everybody and everything that lives eventually dies. Her end was apparently quick, possibly painless, and rather dignified as those things go. “Horrible” for someone of her age and gender could be alone in an apartment with fifty cats who extend their own existence on her remains. At least horrible for whoever pushes in the door and finds her a few weeks later after neighbors complain of the smell. There’s no really good way to go, lots of very bad, but sooner or later we all have to leave the party.
Knew a violist who died during a wedding he was playing in.