I was told that my father would visit a terminally ill friend and he and this firend would simply sit for the entire visit. Not talking, just sit. Yet the wife said that these visits woulld be the ones that comforted the dying man the most. Why? Don't know. He knew my father would come. He wouldn't be expected to play host or talk. Maybe that was it. My father wouldn't play false cheery and all that. Again, I don't know, it might not be as comforting to someone else. For this man, it was a blessing simply to know that his friend was there and would keep coming to visit for as long as it took.