One of the great disciples of Gurdjieff, P. D. Ouspensky, was dying. The doctors told him to rest but he would not—instead he continued walking the whole night. They thought he had gone crazy. He was dying, his energy was disappearing what was he doing? This was the time to rest; he would die sooner if he went on walking. But he would not stop.
Somebody asked, “What are you doing?”
He said, “I would like to die alert, awake. I don’t want to die asleep otherwise I will miss the beauty of death.” And he died walking.