I had to go back and pick up on this because it contradicts everything I've ever heard and seen. For 14 years my wife and I have worked with and been friends with priests and a common thread in all of our conversations about late night or emergency hospital runs is the overwhelming joy of reconciling someone to the Church at the deathbed and how frequently it happens. I'm not talking about a handful of cases, I'm talking about dozens if not hundreds of times hearing "it was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen".
Twice now I've been in a hospital expecting to die... clutching a rosary and calling for a priest. I wasn't afraid of dying, I wanted the bells and whistles to send me on my way (they didn't tell you about the whistle, oh no, I've said too much!). My confidence is in God... NOT myself. My trust is in Him, He won't let me down, He can't... I'm not unusual as a Catholic believing that.
No problem. I'll summon the Jesuit Ninja death squads. Every non-catholic who read that will "tell no tales" is you take my meaning.
I was a 19 year old kid with a major abdominal shrapnel wound, scared, in shock and so very alone. An army chaplain comforted me and helped me overcome the fear and place my faith in Jesus. He helped me remember that what ever was to come next would be OK.
I don't know or care if he was a Catholic chaplain, or a Presbyterian, or Baptist, or Lutheran. He gave me my last rites (my dog tags said Roman Catholic), prayed with me and left me in peace when the medivac chopper took me away. I blacked out not knowing if I was letting go and dying or not. I woke up in a recovery room. Many did not.
I've seen Catholics, Protestants and Buddhists die, tragic, untimely, horrific deaths. No one dies well without God.