William Saroyan, on his deathbead. When a person is diagnosed as having an incurable disease, he figures that his days are numbered. Sure, he knew all the time that he was going to die some day, but now it's a matter of immediate concern. Of course, the doctors have been wrong many times before. But, after getting that second opinion, it looks as if it's probable that time has run out.
Many old people are philosophical about it, accepting the end without too much fuss.
Some younger people are also accepting of the end. Of these, many fall prey to the purveyors of Hope. These people are fine and do a lot of good by making hopeless people feel better. The professional Miracle-Cure peddlers, on the other hand, are very expensive and they are the Scum of the Earth. Many people make a living off of the misery of others, but these swine offer nothing of value in return -unless you consider false Hope as worth something.