losing what we value as we die

I was at one of the hospice training sessions last saturday and we had to write out twelve things (on separate slips of paper) that make up our lives -- three things we do that we like the most -- three people closest to us -- three objects we own that we cherish -- three characteristics of ourselves we appreciate. Then we were led through a visualization scenario where we got the bad news of an inoperable cancer and all the way through to receiving 24 hour care just before our death. Along the way, periodically, we had to choose a strip of paper and tear it up. Whatever we tore up was no longer available in our lives. We were left in our final hours with one strip of paper. When we went around the room (there are 13 of us) and read aloud what was on the paper, everyone had chosen a person except me. The last thing I had with me when I died was "sense of humor."